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I was always a natural slob I liked to lay upon the bed in undershirt (stained, of course) (and with cigarette holes)
the illusion is that you are simpl… reading this poem. the reality is that this is more than a poem.
the feelings I get driving past the railroad yard never on purpose but on my way to… are the feelings other men have fo… see the tracks and all the boxcars
sometimes after you get your ass kicked real good by the forces you often wish you were a crane standing on one leg in blue water
Office of Postmaster—United States Post Office—January 1, 1970 The attention of all employees is directed to the Code of Ethics for postal employees as set forth in Part 742 of the Post...
The ex-Japanese wrestler who was into real estate sold Lydia’s house. She had to move out. There was Lydia, Tonto, Lisa and the dog, Bugbutt. In Los Angeles most landlords hang out the ...
she’s from Texas and weighs 103 pounds and stands before the mirror combing oceans of reddish hair
you have to have it or the walls w… in. you have to give everything up, th… away, everything away. you have to look at what you look…
the blue pencil of the wave shots of yellow road a steering wheel an insane woman sitting next to you
this fear of being what they are: dead. at least they are not out on the s… are careful to stay indoors, those pasty mad who sit alone before the…
Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?
the strong men the muscle men there they sit down at the beach cocoa tans
they don’t make it the beautiful die in flame— suicide pills, rat poison, rope, w… ever... they rip their arms off,
another bed another woman more curtains another bathroom another kitchen
Then I started attending Mt. Justin Jr. High. About half the guys from Delsey Grammar School went there, the biggest and toughest half. Another gang of giants came from other schools. O...