#Americans #XXCentury #1973 #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame #CrucifixInADeathhand
Julio came by with his guitar and… latest song. Julio was famous, he wrote songs a… published books of little drawings… poems.
Markov claims I am trying to stab his soul but I’d prefer his wife. put my feet on the coffee table and he says,
majestic, majic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—
He hinted at times that I was a bastard and I told him to listen to Brahms, and I told him to learn to paint and drink and not be dominated by women and dollars but he screamed at me, F...
the vultures at the zoo (all three of them) sit very quietly in their caged tree and below
washed—up, on shore, the old yello… out again I write from the bed as I did last year.
in the earliest possible day in the blue-headed noon I will telegraph you a boney hand decorated with
screen like a burglar to take your… the snake had crawled the hole, and she said, tell me about yourself.
That evening the phone rang. It was Mercedes. I had met her after giving a poetry reading at Venice Beach. She was about 28, fair body, pretty good legs, a blonde about 5~feet-5, a blue...
after the slaughter house there was a bar around the corner and I sat in there and watched the sun go down through the window,
I’ve come by, she says, to tell yo… that this is it. I’m not kidding,… over. this is it. I sit on the couch watching her ar… her long red hair before my bedroo…
I’m in bed. it’s morning and I hear: where are your socks? please get dressed!
the words have come and gone, I sit ill. the phone rings, the cats sleep. Linda vacuums. I am waiting to live,
the illusion is that you are simpl… reading this poem. the reality is that this is more than a poem.
in grievous deity my cat walks around he walks around and around with electric tail and