cleaned my place the other day first time in ten years and found 100 rejected poems: fastened them all to a clipboard much bad reading.

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

the wind blows hard to night and it’s a cold wind and I think about the boys on the row. hope some of them have a bottle

the old folks play a game in the park overlooking the sea shoving markers across cement with wooden sticks. four play, two on each side

you sit on the couch with me tonight new woman. have you seen the

at North Avenue 21 drunk tank you… there was always some guy who woul… way to the crapper and then you would curse him good,… he would know enough to either be…

it’s the same as before or the other time or the time before that. here’s a cock and here’s a cunt

Our English teacher, Miss Gredis, was the absolute best. She was a blonde with a long sharp nose. Her nose wasn’t much good but you didn’t notice it when you looked at the rest of her. ...

her shoes themselves would light my room like many candles. she walks like all things shining on glass,

Again I was on a new route. The Stone always put me on hard routes, but now and then, due to the circumstances of things, he was forced to place me on one less murderous. Route 511 was ...

one of the first actors to play Ta… Motion Picture Home. he’d been there for years waiting… he spent much of his time running in and out of the wards

But, there were still bits of action. One guy was caught on the same stairway that I had been trapped on. He was caught there with his head under some girl’s skirt. Then one of the girl...

We got back to 1010. I had my check. I’d left word that we didn’t want to be disturbed. Tammie and I sat drinking. I’d read 5 or 6 love poems about her. “They knew who I was,” she said....

3 small boys run toward me blowing whistles and they scream you’re under arrest! you’re drunk!