I know so much about things, I accept so much, it’s like vomiting. And I am nourished by the

It’s my lunch hour, so I go for a walk among the hum-colored cabs. First, down the sidewalk where laborers feed their dirty glistening torsos sandwiches

It is almost three I sit at the marble top sorting poems, miserable the little lamp glows feebly I don’t glow at all

I am ill today but I am not too ill. I am not ill at all. It is a perfect day, warm for winter, cold for fall. A fine day for seeing. I see

is even more fun than going to San… or being sick to my stomach on the… partly because in your orange shir… partly because of my love for you,… partly because of the fluorescent…

The opals hiding your lids as you sleep, as you ride ponies mysteriously, spring to bloom like the blue flowers of autumn each nine o’clock. And curls

Is it dirty does it look dirty that’s what you think of in the ci… does it just seem dirty that’s what you think of in the ci…

I am not a painter, I am a poet. Why? I think I would rather be a painter, but I am not. Well, for instance, Mike Goldberg is starting a painting. I drop in.

Lana Turner has collapsed! I was trotting along and suddenly it started raining and snowing and you said it was hailing but hailing hits you on the head

The eager note on my door said “C… call when you get in!" so I quickl… a few tangerines into my overnight… straightened my eyelids and should… headed straight for the door. It…

At night Chinamen jump on Asia with a thump while in our willful way we, in secret, play affectionate games and bruise

How funny you are today New York like Ginger Rogers in Swingtime and St. Bridget’s steeple leaning… here I have just jumped out of a b… (I got tired of D-days) and blue…

Alone at night in the wet city the country’s wit is not memorable. The wind has blown

It is 12:20 in New York a Friday three days after Bastille day, yes it is 1959 and I go get a shoeshin… because I will get off the 4:19 in… at 7:15 and then go straight to di…