here I am alone sitting
like some wimp
listening to Chopin
the night wind blowing in
through the
torn curtains.
won $546 at the track today but
now I'm thinking that
dying is such a strange and
ordinary thing.
I just hope that I'll never need
false teeth before I
go.
...
Wm. Holden cracked his head
on a coffee table
while drunk and
bled to death;
stiff and dead for 4 days
before they found him.
I wonder how Chopin went?
things pass away, that's not
news.
here in L.A.
I've seen so many good
Mexican fighters
come and go
climbing through the
ropes
young and glistening with
ambition
and then
vanish.
where do they go?
where are they tonight
as I listen to Chopin?
maybe I'm in a better
business?
I don't think so.
writers go fast
too
they forget how to lead
with a
straight hard sentence
then they teach class
write critical articles
bitch
get stale
vanish.
...
Holden slipped on a
throw rug
his head hitting the
nightstand
he had a .22 alcohol
blood count.
myself
I've gone down
many times usually
over a telephone cord.
I hate telephones
anyhow
whenever one rings
I jump.
people ask, "why do you
jump when the telephone
rings?"
if they don't know
you can't tell them.
...
it's getting cold.
I go to shut the window.
I do.
Chopin continues.
when you drink alone
like Wm. Holden
sometimes you've got
something on your mind
that you can't tell
anybody.
in many cases it's
better to keep
silent.
we were not put here to
enjoy easy days and
nights
and when the telephone
rings
you too will know that
we're all
in the wrong business
and if you don't know
what that means
you don't feel the
sadness in the air.
like some wimp
listening to Chopin
the night wind blowing in
through the
torn curtains.
won $546 at the track today but
now I'm thinking that
dying is such a strange and
ordinary thing.
I just hope that I'll never need
false teeth before I
go.
...
Wm. Holden cracked his head
on a coffee table
while drunk and
bled to death;
stiff and dead for 4 days
before they found him.
I wonder how Chopin went?
things pass away, that's not
news.
here in L.A.
I've seen so many good
Mexican fighters
come and go
climbing through the
ropes
young and glistening with
ambition
and then
vanish.
where do they go?
where are they tonight
as I listen to Chopin?
maybe I'm in a better
business?
I don't think so.
writers go fast
too
they forget how to lead
with a
straight hard sentence
then they teach class
write critical articles
bitch
get stale
vanish.
...
Holden slipped on a
throw rug
his head hitting the
nightstand
he had a .22 alcohol
blood count.
myself
I've gone down
many times usually
over a telephone cord.
I hate telephones
anyhow
whenever one rings
I jump.
people ask, "why do you
jump when the telephone
rings?"
if they don't know
you can't tell them.
...
it's getting cold.
I go to shut the window.
I do.
Chopin continues.
when you drink alone
like Wm. Holden
sometimes you've got
something on your mind
that you can't tell
anybody.
in many cases it's
better to keep
silent.
we were not put here to
enjoy easy days and
nights
and when the telephone
rings
you too will know that
we're all
in the wrong business
and if you don't know
what that means
you don't feel the
sadness in the air.