see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.

the sun slides down through the sh… have a pair of black shoes and a p… brown shoes. can hardly remember the girls of m… there is numb blood pulsing throug…

bluebird there’s a bluebird in my heart tha… wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, say, stay in there, I’m not going

he used to sell papers in front: Get your winners! Get rich on a d… and about the 3rd or 4th race you’d see him rolling in on his ro… with roller skates underneath.

Sara was preparing the turkey dressing and I sat in the kitchen talking to her. We were both sipping white wine. The phone rang. I went and got it. It was Debra. “I just wanted to wish ...

love, he said, gas kiss me off kiss my lips kiss my hair my fingers

this one always arrives at the wrong time a basically good sort I suppose an honest man

there are many single women in the… with one or two or three children and one wonders where the husbands have gone or where the lovers have gone

I’ve always had trouble with money. this one place I worked everybody ate hot dogs and potato chips

ah, Merryman, fighter on the docks, killed a man while they were unloa… bananas. mean the man he killed

she was in her orange Volks waitin… as I walked up the street with 2 six packs and a pint of sco… and she jumped out and began grabbing the beerbottles…

I know that some night in some bedroom soon my fingers will rift

then there was the time in New Orleans I was living with a fat woman, Marie, in the French Quarter and I got very sick.

believe in earning one’s own way but I also believe in the unexpect… gift and it is a wondrous thing when a woman who has read your wor…