A 340 Dollar Horse And A Hundred Dollar Whore don’t ever get the idea I am a poet; you can see me

at the racetrack any day half drunk

betting quarters, sidewheelers and straight thoroughs,... more »

Beasts Bounding Through Time Van Gogh writing his brother for paints

Hemingway testing his shotgun

Celine going broke as a doctor of medicine

the impossibility of being human... more »

For The Foxes Don't feel sorry for me.

I am a competent,

satisfied human being.... more »

The Great Escape listen, he said, you ever seen a bunch of crabs in a

bucket?

no, I told him.

well, what happens is that now and then one crab

will climb up on top of the others... more »

The Last Days Of The Suicide Kid I can see myself now

after all these suicide days and nights,

being wheeled out of one of those sterile rest homes... more »

No help for that There is a place in the heart that

will never be filled... more »

The Japanese Wife O lord, he said, Japanese women,

real women, they have not forgotten,

bowing and smiling... more »

Trollius And Trellises of course, I may die in the next ten minutes

and I’m ready for that

but what I’m really worried about is... more »

My Cats I know. I know.

they are limited, have different

needs and

concerns.... more »

The Trash Men here they come

these guys

grey truck

radio playing... more »

German being the German kid in the 20's in Los Angeles

was difficult.

there was much anti-German feeling then,

a carry-over from World War 1.... more »

Goading The Muse this man used to be an

interesting writer,

he was able to say brisk and

refreshing things.... more »

I Am Visited By An Editor And A Poet I had just won $115 from the headshakers and

was naked upon my bed

listening to an opera by one of the Italians... more »

air and light and time and space '- you know, I've either had a family, a job, something

has always been in the

way

but now... more »

Gas my grandmother had a serious gas

problem.

we only saw her on Sunday.

she'd sit down to dinner... more »

So You Want To Be A Writer if it doesn't come bursting out of you

in spite of everything,

don't do it.... more »

New Mexico I was fairly drunk when it

began and I took out my bottle and used it

along the way. I was reading a week or two after

Kandel and I did not look quite as... more »

Rain Or Shine the vultures at the zoo

(all three of them)

sit very quietly in their

caged tree... more »

Hemingway Never Did This I read that he lost a suitcase full of manuscripts on a

train and that they never were recovered.

I can't match the agony of this... more »

The Sun Wields Mercy and the sun wields mercy

but like a jet torch carried to high,

and the jets whip across its sight

and rockets leap like toads,... more »

This self-congratulatory nonsense as the

famous gather to applaud their seeming

greatness... more »

The German Hotel the German hotel was very strange and expensive and had

double doors to the rooms, very thick doors, and it over-

looked the park and the vasser tern and in the mornings

it was usually too late for...... more »

The Meek Shall Inherit The Earth if I suffer at this

typewriter

think how I'd feel

among the lettuce-... more »

The Worst And The Best in the hospitals and jails

it's the worst

in madhouses

it's the worst... more »

Something For The Touts, The Nuns, The Grocery Clerks, And You . . . we have everything and we have nothing

and some men do it in churches

and some men do it by tearing butterflies

in half... more »

Hooray Say The Roses hooray say the roses, today is blamesday

and we are red as blood.



hooray say the roses, today is Wednesday... more »

True Story they found him walking along the freeway

all red in

front

he had taken a rusty tin can... more »

Marina majestic, majic

infinite

my little girl is

sun... more »

The Blackbirds Are Rough Today lonely as a dry and used orchard

spread over the earth

for use and surrender.... more »

Out Of The Arm Of One Love... out of the arm of one love

and into the arms of another

I have been saved from dying on the cross... more »

Revolt In The Ranks I have just spent one-hour-and-a-half

handicapping tomorrow's

card.

when am I going to get at the poems?... more »

The Night I Was Going To Die the night I was going to die

I was sweating on the bed

and I could hear the crickets... more »

The Great Slob I was always a natural slob

I liked to lay upon the bed

in undershirt (stained, of

course) (and with cigarette... more »

Short Order I took my girlfriend to your last poetry reading,

she said.

yes, yes? I asked.

she's young and pretty, she said.... more »

Now I sit here on the 2nd floor

hunched over in yellow

pajamas

still pretending to be... more »