as I go to the escalator young fellow and a lovely young gi… are ahead of me. her pants, her blouse are skintigh… as we ascend

I know that some night in some bedroom soon my fingers will rift

Tammie came by that night. She appeared to be high on uppers. “I want some champagne,” she said. Then the phone rang. It was Lydia. “I just wondered how you were doing. ...” “You know D...

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

in the center of the action you have to lay down like an anima… until it charges, you have to lay down

16 years old during the depression I’d come home drunk and all my clothing— shorts, shirts, stockings—

listen, man, don’t tell me about t… sent, we didn’t receive them, we are very careful with manuscrip… we bake them burn them

the schoolyard was a horror show:… freaks the beatings up against the wire f… our schoolmates watching glad that they were not the victim…

The baby was crawling, discovering the world. Marina slept in bed with us at night. There was Marina, Fay, the cat and myself. The cat slept on the bed too. Look here, I thought, I have...

lonely as a dry and used orchard spread over the earth for use and surrender. shot down like an ex—pug selling dailies on the corner.

there are these small cliffs above the sea and it is night, late night; I have been unable to sleep, and with my car above me

see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.

I only met one student at City College that I liked, Robert Becker. He wanted to be a writer. “I’m going to learn everything there is to learn about writing. It will be like taking a ca...