the loneliest hitchhiker, part 2

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i had a good time in jail my longing was indistinguishable from loneliness the apotheosis of all emergency exits better tuned to cosmic vibrations a framed diploma was my only ornament then i began to feel angry a framed diploma was my only ornament at the same time i felt it was ridiculous bodacious white-capped nurses were seated in the waiting room with their noses in the air better tuned to cosmic vibrations thinking they were better than other people the guys in jail were great but i began to feel angry at the fat-ass nurses in the dispensary right beside the emergency exits hold on when we went around the curves and i got real mad instead of some romantic poetry better tuned to cosmic vibrations a longing which was indistinguishable from loneliness just a great bunch of guys "breaking up that old gang of mine" always with that smirk on their faces a framed diploma prominently on the wall i wanted to laugh hold on when we went around the curves sources: the american, by henry james; washington square, by henry james; babbitt, by sinclair lewis; look homeward, angel, by thomas wolfe; they shoot horses, don't they, by horace mccoy; on the road, by jack kerouac; i, the jury, by mickey spillane; the men's club, by leonard michaels; superior women, by alice adams; run, by ann patchett; richard yates, by tao lin

kiss the screws goodbye, part 2: kiss america goodbye

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one of the beautiful, the most beautiful things she had a date with destiny because she was one of the beautiful things cold indeed must be the hearts that blanched as they turned away sprawled across the sidewalk having lost much of her ancient consequence and grandeur following kick after kick in quick succession she could always get a date i don't like nosey people blanched as she turned away it offends my delicacy, perhaps even my vanity make clear to all who and what she was dying out in this fatal atmosphere she turned pale as she beheld him shaking him down for his share of the loot he turned pale with rage because he had a date with death goading him into greater brutishness dying out in the unwelcome atmosphere he could always get a date cold indeed must have been his heart making clear to all who and what she was he positively reveled in his brutishness frisking him for the loot lost much of its ancient consequence and grandeur i never did like nosey people sources: the heroic slave, by frederick douglas; clotel, by william wells brown; our nig, by harriet e wilson; ten nights in a bar-room, by t s arthur; the turn of the screw, by henry james; the golden bowl, by henry james; sister carrie, by theodore dreiser; an american tragedy, by theodore dreiser; the wedding, by dorothy west; no pockets in a shroud, by horace mccoy; kiss tomorrow goodbye, by horace mccoy; my gun is quick, by mickey spillane; the big kill, by mickey spillane

these pointless things, part 2

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in some unknown and pitch-black chasm of despair the person he had seen on times square what a beastly lover he must have made with her dark green eyes and her upturned nose she claimed to be eighteen and fooled him completely with the glittering purple sheen of her lipstick if you want to get rich overnight with notes on that book about suicide some laughing and pitch-black chasms of despair an angel would hover over them with their pale blue eyes and runny noses and the angels would laugh and sigh because they wanted to get rich overnight and didn't want me around making strange beastly noises i was the person they had seen in times square lurking outside the automat caressing the world with my pale green eyes and taking notes on the suicidal persons running from their beastly demon lovers who claimed to be eighteen and work for the police but were only hanging out in times square noticing all the pointless little things in the flickering pitch-black chasms of despair which finally affected even the hovering angels "who gave you the right to laugh at me?" he stayed away from the restaurant sources: too late for tears, by roy huggins; escape, by ethel vance; vengeance is mine, by mickey spillane; kiss me, deadly, by mickey spillane; waltz into darkness, by cornell woolrich; city of night, by john rechy; the price of salt, by patricia highsmith; highsmith - a romance of the 1950s, by marijane meaker; the farther shore, by robert m coates; the beautiful room is empty, by edmund white; the dust of suns, by raymond roussel; the mountain lion, by jean stafford; boston adventure, by jean stafford

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a found poem

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translation 1

by emmeline winters

illustrations by rhoda penmarq

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a found poem

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ricardo

a found poem

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