for Steve Richmond
they laugh continually even when a board falls down and destroys a face or distorts a
this is important enough: to get your feelings down, it is better than shaving or cooking beans with garlic. it is the little we can do
here I am in the ground my mouth open and
I feel gypped by dunces as if reality were the property of little men with luck and a headstart, and I sit in the cold
we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…
sway with me, everything sad— madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to figure
the essence of the belly like a white balloon sacked is disturbing like the running of feet on the stairs
I’ll settle for the 6 horse on a rainy afternoon a paper cup of coffee in my hand a little way to go,
yeah sure, I’ll be in unless I’m… don’t knock if the lights are out or you hear voices or then I might be reading Proust if someone slips Proust under my d…
in grievous deity my cat walks around he walks around and around with electric tail and
stew at noon, my dear; and look: the ants, the sawdust, the mica plants, the shadows of banks like bad jokes; do you think we’ll hear
the lilies storm my brain by god by god like nazi storm troopers! do you think I’m going tizzy?
the dead can sleep they don’t get up and rage they don’t have a wife. her white face like a flower in a closed
in the earliest possible day in the blue-headed noon I will telegraph you a boney hand decorated with
she wrote me a letter from a small room near the Seine. she said she was going to dancing class, she got up, she said at 5 o’clock in the morning
she reads to me from the New York… which I don’t buy, don’t know how they get in here, but it’s something about the Mafia one of the heads of the Mafia
this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias
yesterday drunken Alice gave me a jar of fig jam and today she whistles
ask the sidewalk painters of Paris ask the sunlight on a sleeping dog ask the 3 pigs ask the paperboy ask the music of Donizetti
the virus holds the concepts give way like rotten shoelaces toothache and bacon dance on the lawn
a very miraculous thing just happe… my beerbottle flipped over backwar… and landed on its bottom on the fl… and I have set it upon the table t… but the photos were not so lucky t…
I have been hanging here headless for so long that the body has forgotten
he was easy, fat as a hummingbird and I had him blowing, I jabbed and crossed and took my t… everybody was waiting for the main… drinking beer, and I was thinking
the branches break, the birds fall… the whores stand straight, the bombs stack, evening, morning, night, peanutbutter,
I watched the board and the 6 drop… after a first flash of 18 from a m… of 12...two minutes to post and a… kept jamming against my back, but… I bet 20 to win and walked out to…
the droll noon where squadrons of worms creep up like stripteasers to be raped by blackbirds. I go outside
30 dogs, 20 men on 20 horses and o… and look here, they write, you are a dupe for the state, the… you are in the ego-dream, read your history, study the monet…
I have been looking at the same lampshade for 5 years and it has gathered
it is not very good to not get through whether it’s the wall the human mind
they found him walking along the f… all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut off his sexual
