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Office of Postmaster—United States Post Office—January 1, 1970 The attention of all employees is directed to the Code of Ethics for postal employees as set forth in Part 742 of the Post...
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 ...
this guy he’s got a crazy eye and he’s brown a dark brown from the sun the Hollywood and Western sun
self-congratulatory nonsense as th… famous gather to applaud their see… greatness you wonder where
here I am in the ground my mouth open and
Back in L.A., there was almost a week of peace. Then the phone rang. It was the owner of a Manhattan Beach nightclub, Marty Seavers. I had read there a couple of times before. The club ...
remember, he told me, that when I… years old my mother was always tak… to the doctor and saying, “he hasn… she was always asking me, “have yo… pooped?”
all the women all their kisses the different ways they love and talk and need. their ears they all have
she died of alcoholism wrapped in a blanket on a deck chair on an ocean steamer.
unaccountably we are alone forever alone and it was meant to be that way, was never meant
To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine— just a lightbulb
the illusion is that you are simpl… reading this poem. the reality is that this is more than a poem.
A month went by. R.A. Dwight, the editor of Dogbite Press wrote and asked me to do a foreword to Keesing’s Selected Poems. Keesing, with the help of his death, was at last going to get ...
Then the supervisor moved us to a new aisle. We had been there ten hours. “Before you begin,” the soup said, "I want to tell you some– thing. Each tray of this type of mail must be stuc...
sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;