You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense You Get So Alone at Times That it Just Makes Sense question


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deleted member Sep 10, 2013 12:05PM   0 votes
1813-1883
red Mercedes
retired
working it out
beasts bounding through time--
trashcan lives
the lost generation
no help for that
my non-ambitious ambition
education
downtown L.A.
another casualty
driving test
that's why funerals are so sad
cornered
bumming with Jane
darkness
termites of the page
a good time
the still trapeze
January
sunny side down
the man in the brown suit
a magician, gone . . .
well, that's just the way it is
the chemistry of things
rift
my friend, the parking lot attendant
miracle
a non-urgent poem
my first affair with that older woman
the freeway life
the player
p.o. box 11946, Fresno, Calif. 93776
poor Al
for my ivy league friends:
helping the old
bad times at the 3rd and Vermont hotel
the Master Plan
garbage
my vanishing act
let's make a deal
16-bit Intel 8088 chip
zero
putrefaction
I'll take it . . .
supposedly famous
the last shot
whorehouse
starting fast:
the crazy truth
drive through hell
for the concerned:
a funny guy
shoes
coffee
together
the finest of the breed
close to greatness
the stride
final story
friends with the darkness
death sat on my knee and cracked with laughter
oh yes
O tempora! O mores!
the passing of a great one
the wine of forever
true
Glenn Miller
Emily Bukowski
some suggestions
invasion
hard times
longshot
concrete
Gay Paree?
I thought the stuff tastes worse than usual
the blade
the boil
not listed
I'm not a misogynist
the lady in the castle
relentless as the tarantula
their night
huh?
it's funny, isn't it? #1
it's funny, isn't it? #2
the beautiful lady editor
about the PEN conference
everybody talks too much
me and my buddy
song
practice
love poem to a stripper
my buddy
Jon Edgar Webb
thank you
the magic curse
party's over
no nonsense
escape
wearing the collar
a cat is a cat is a cat
marching through Georgia
gone
I meet the famous poet
seize the day
the shrinking island
magic machine
those girls we followed home
fractional note
a following
a tragic meeting
an ordinary poem
from an old dog in his cups . . .
let 'em go
trying to make it
the death of a splendid neighorhood
you get so alone at times that it just makes sense
a good gang, after all
this
hot
late late late poem
3 a.m. games:
someday I'm going to write a primer for crippled saints but meanwhile
help wanted
sticks and stones . . .
working
over done
our laughter is muted by their agony
murder
what am I doing?
nervous people
working out
how is your heart?
forget it
quiet
it's ours

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