once starving in Philadelphia I had a small room it was evening going into night and I stood at my window on the 3r…

sleepy now at 4 a.m. hear the siren of a white ambulance,

the pleasures of the damned are limited to brief moments of happiness: like the eyes in the look of a dog… like a square of wax,

listen, he said, you ever seen a b… bucket? no, I told him. well, what happens is that now and… will climb up on top of the others

A day or so later I got a poem in the mail from Lydia. It was a long poem and it began: Come out, old troll, Come out of your dark hole, old troll, Come out into the sunlight with us an...

it is the man you’ve never seen wh… keeps you going, the one who might arrive someday. he isn’t out on the streets or

she writes: you’ll be moaning and groaning in your poems about how I fucked those 2 guys last week.

she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists

we are gathered here now to bury her in this poem. she did not marry an unemployed wi… beat her every

The riots ended, the baby calmed down, and I found ways to avoid Janko. But the dizzy spells persisted. The doctor wrote me a standing order for the green-white librium capsules and the...

half drunk I left her place her warm blankets and I was hungover didn’t even know what town

The drilling and squeezing continued for weeks but there was little result. When one boil vanished another would appear. I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a...