#1973 #AmericanWriters #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame #CrucifixInADeathhand
the girls are coming home in their… and I sit by the window and watch. there’s a girl in a red dress driving a white car
is an orange animal with hand grenades fire power
outside my window Sunday. I am eating a grapefruit. church is over at the… Orthodox to the west.
beheaded in the middle of the night scratching my sides I am covered with bites kick my white legs out of the shee…
feet of cheese coffeepot soul hands that hate poolsticks eyes like paperclips I prefer red wine
That night I took Tammie to the harness races. We went upstairs to the second deck and sat down. I brought her a program and she stared at it a while. (At the harness races, past perfor...
The next night Bobby and Valerie came over. They had recently moved into my apartment building and now lived across the court. Bobby had on his tight knit shirt. Everything always fitte...
dame some dogs who sleep at night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh
this woman keeps phoning me even though I tell her I am livin… I love. I keep hearing noises in the envir… she phones,
swans die in the Spring too and there it floated dead on a Sunday sideways circling in the current
take a writer away from his typewr… and all you have left is the sickness which started him
ah, Merryman, fighter on the docks, killed a man while they were unloa… bananas. mean the man he killed
after the slaughter house there was a bar around the corner and I sat in there and watched the sun go down through the window,
the acute and terrible air hangs w… as summer birds mingle in the bran… and warble and mystify the clamor of the mind… an old parrot
looking out the window smoking rolled cigarettes drinking Sanka and watching the workers come on in