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I read that he lost a suitcase ful… train and that they never were rec… I can’t match the agony of this but the other night I wrote a 3—pa… upon this computer
This babe in the grandstand with dyed red hair kept leaning her breasts against me and talking about Gardena poker parlors
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce-pickers of Salinas?
outside my window Sunday. I am eating a grapefruit. church is over at the… Orthodox to the west.
the essence of the belly like a white balloon sacked is disturbing like the running of feet on the stairs
he packaged it up neatly in differ… sending the legs to an aunt in St.… the head to a scoutmaster in Brook… the belly to a cross-eyed butcher… the female organs were sent to a y…
Go to Tibet. Ride a camel. Read the Bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a Beard.
red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”
with old cars, especially when you… and drive them for many years a love affair is inevitable: you even learn to accept their little
the hearse comes through the room… the beheaded, the disappeared, the… mad. the flies are a glue of sticky pas… their wings will not
the boy walks with his muddy feet… soul talking about recitals, virtuosi,… the lesser known novels of Dostoev… talking about how he corrected a w…
you shoulda been at this party, I know you hate parties but you seem to be at most of them… anyhow, I took my girl, you know her—
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
drunk and writing poems at 3 a.m. what counts now is one more tight
I was sitting in my shorts one afternoon a week later. There was a tender little knock on the door. “Just a moment,” I said. I put on a robe and opened the door. “We’re two girls from G...