to be writing poetry at the age of… like a schoolboy, surely, I must be crazy; racetracks and booze and arguments with the landlord;

I am driving down Wilton Avenue when this girl of about 15 dressed in tight blue jeans that grip her behind like two hand… steps out in front of my car

red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”

I don’t beat the walls with my fis… I just sit but it rushes in a tide of it. the woman in the court behind me h…

watch them push the crippled and t… in their wheelchairs on to the electric lift which carries them up into the lon… where each chair is locked down

he has on blue jeans and tennis sh… and walks with two young girls about his age. every now and then he leaps into the air and

red-eyed and dizzy as I the bird came flying all the way from Egypt at 5 o’clock in the morning, and Maria almost stumbled on her s…

Of all the guys left in the neighborhood, Frank was the nicest. We got to be friends, we got to going around together, we didn’t need the other guys much. They had more or less kicked F...

I took my girlfriend to your last poetry reading, she said “yes”, “yes?” I asked. "she`s young and pretty",

the girls are coming home in their… and I sit by the window and watch. there’s a girl in a red dress driving a white car

listening to Wagner as outside in the dark the wind bl… trees wave and shake lights go off and on the walls creak and the… bed...

they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”