if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce-pickers of Salinas?

oh, how worried they are about my soul! I get letters the phone rings... “are you going to be all right?”

at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of sweat on the table

I wait on life like a pregnancy, p… the gut but all I hear now is the piano slamming its teeth throu… brain

the strong men the muscle men there they sit down at the beach cocoa tans

I was hungover again, another heat spell was on—a week of 100 degree days. The drinking went on each night, and in the early mornings and days there was The Stone and the impossibility ...

all right, while we are gently cel… and while crazy classical music le… my small radio, I light a fresh ci… and realize that I am still very m… the 21st century is almost upon me…

she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite

cleaned my place the other day first time in ten years and found 100 rejected poems: fastened them all to a clipboard much bad reading.

the house next door makes me sad. both man and wife rise early and go to work. they arrive home in early evening.

boy, don’t come around here tellin… can’t cut it, that they’re pitching you low and insid… they are conspiring against you, that all you want is a chance but…

when I look back now at the abuse I took from her I feel shame that I was so innocent,