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  • if it doesn't come bursting out of you
    in spite of everything,
    68 lines, 56 comments
  • with an Apple Macintosh
    you can't run Radio Shack programs
    25 lines, 21 comments
  • at the track today,
    Father's Day,
    95 lines, 11 comments
  • from my bed
    I watch
    23 lines, 19 comments
  • shot in the eye
    shot in the brain
    13 lines, 18 comments
  • the phone rang at 1:30 a.m.
    and it was a man from Denver:
    36 lines, 12 comments
  • George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His
    dinner dishes were undone, his breakfast dishe
    129 lines, 5 comments
  • it was on the 2nd floor on Coronado Street
    I used to get drunk
    32 lines, 12 comments
  • I see you drinking at a fountain with tiny
    blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny
    39 lines, 2 comments
  • Long walks at night--
    that's what good for the soul:
    6 lines, 1 comment
  • washed-up, on shore, the old yellow notebook
    out again
    47 lines
  • as the poems go into the thousands you
    realize that you've created very
    13 lines, 1 comment
  • To give life you must take life,
    and as our grief falls flat and hollow
    11 lines, 2 comments
  • we are always asked
    to understand the other person's
    42 lines, 1 comment
  • drunk on the dark streets of some city,
    it's night, you're lost, where's your
    39 lines
  • there's a bluebird in my heart that
    wants to get out
    46 lines, 13 comments
  • the best often die by their own hand
    just to get away,
    9 lines, 3 comments
  • waiting for death
    like a cat
    39 lines
  • I even hear the mountains
    the way they laugh
    25 lines, 4 comments
  • good weather
    is like
    83 lines, 1 comment
  • the final curtain on one of the longest running
    musicals ever, some people claim to have
    18 lines, 2 comments
  • death wants more death, and its webs are full:
    I remember my father's garage, how child-like
    64 lines, 1 comment
  • naked along the side of the house,
    8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oil
    23 lines
  • I've come by, she says, to tell you
    that this is it. I'm not kidding, it's
    38 lines
  • We are like roses that have never bothered to
    bloom when we should have bloomed and
    5 lines
  • you haven't lived
    until you've been in a
    99 lines, 1 comment
  • 225 days under grass
    and you know more than I.
    18 lines, 3 comments
  • cimen altinda gecen 225 gunden sonra benden daha cok sey biliyor olmalisin.
    kanini emip bitireli epey oldu, artik bir sepetteki kuru bir cubuksun.
    9 lines
  • Sunday, I am eating a
    grapefruit, church is over at the Russian
    29 lines, 1 comment
  • drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end of my 2nd bottle
    of wine, I have typed from a dozen to 15 pages of
    35 lines
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