the house next door makes me sad. both man and wife rise early and go to work. they arrive home in early evening.
I’m not going to die easy; I’ve sat on your suicide beds in some of the worst holes in America,
we are gathered here now to bury her in this poem. she did not marry an unemployed wi… beat her every
stepped into the wrong end of the… right leg which was bad to begin w… with a tv writer and an actor, som… life to make a sitcom and luckily… day at the track I get a box seat…
see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.
I’ve watched this city burn twice in my lifetime and the most notable event was the reaction of the politicians in the
when I was in grammar school my parents were poor and in my lunch bag there was only a peanut butter sandwich.
once bought a toy rabbit at a department store and now he sits and ponders me with pink sheer eyes: He wants golf balls and glass
he buys 5 cars a month, details th… them out, then resells them at a profit of one or… he has a nice Jewish wife and he t… bangs her until the walls shake.
this man sometimes forgets who he is. sometimes he thinks he’s the Pope. other times he thinks he’s a
take a writer away from his typewr… and all you have left is the sickness which started him
shot off his left ear then his right, and then tore off his belt buckle with hot lead, and then
I’m glad when they arrive and I’m glad when they leave I’m glad when I hear their heels approaching my door and I’m glad when those heels
I cut the middle fingernail of the… finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt
consistency is terrific: shark-mouth grubby interior with an almost perfect body, long blazing hair—
by God, I don’t know what to do. they’re so nice to have around. they have a way of playing with the balls
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and nothing.
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…
reached up into the top of the clo… and took out a pair of blue pan ti… and showed them to her and asked “are these yours?” and she looked and said,
probably from the belly button or… bed, or maybe from the mouth of th… the car crash on the avenue that l… scattered on the grass. she comes from love gone wrong und…
is an orange animal with hand grenades fire power
got out, fellow said, “hey!” walke… me, we shook hands, he slipped me… tickets for free car washes, “find… told him, walked on through to wai… area with wife, we sat on outside…
vain vanilla ladies strutting while van Gogh did it to himself. girls pulling on silk hose
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
are more beautiful than movie stars and they lounge on the lawn sunbathing
the Egyptians loved the cat were often entombed with it instead of with the women and never with the dog but now
rose red sunlight; take it apart in the garage like a puzzle:
near the corner table in the cafe middle-aged couple sit. they have finished their
looking out the window smoking rolled cigarettes drinking Sanka and watching the workers come on in
call it th e green house effect or… but it just doesn’t rain like it used to. particularly remember the rains of… depression era.
