if I suffer at this

at thismachine…drinkingsmokingtypi ngit was a mostsplendidmiraculoustimestillisonly nowinstead ofmoving towardtimeitmoves towardusmakes each worddrillinto thepaperclearfasthardfeeding aclosingspace.

don’t undress the mannequinyou might findmy love.

herI feel shame that I was soinnocent,but I must sayshe did match me drink fordrink,and I realized that her lifeher feelings for thingshad been ruinedalong the wayand that I was no mare than atemporarycompanion;she was ten years olderand mortally hurt by the pastand the present;she treated me badly:desertion, othermen;she brought me immensepain,continually;s he lied, stole;there…

and I could hear the cricketsand there was a cat fight outsideand I could feel my soul dropping down through themattressand just before it hit the floor I jumped upI was almost too weak to walkbut I walked around and turned on all the lightsand then I went back to bedand dropped it down again…

above the alleywhere poor men poke for bottles;making love in the sunmaking love by a carpet redder than our blood,making love while the boys sell headlinesand Cadillacs,making love by a photograph of Parisand an open pack of Chesterfields,making love while other men- poor folks-work.That moment- to this. . .may be years in the way they…

satisfied human being.be sorry for the otherswhofidgetcomplainwhoconstantlyrearrange theirliveslikefurniture.juggl ing matesandattitudestheirconfusi on isconstantand it willtouchwhoever theydeal with.beware of them:one of theirkey words is‘love.’and beware those whoonly takeinstructions from theirGodfor they havefailed completely to live their ownlives.don’t feel sorry for mebecause I am alonefor evenat the most terriblemomentshumoris mycompanion.I am a dog walkingbackwardsI am a brokenbanjoI am…