I WENT TO THE BANK to get my money for the day. And they had pai yellow. Under cover of night, I shrewdly supposed. With white plaster letters saying CREDIT DEPARTMENT. And a row of new vice-presidents. But I have resoury own, I said. Sulphur deposits in Texas and a great humming factory off the coast of Kansas. Where we make little things.
Thinking what about artichokes for lunch? Pleased to be in this yellow bank at 11:30 in the m. A black man cashing his che a Vassar College sweatshirt. A blue poli with a St. Christopher pio his gu. Thinking I need a little leaf to rest my artichokes upon. The lady stretg my moo make sure none of hers stuck to it.
Fourteenth Street gay with Judy Bond Dresses Are On Strike. When I leaned out of yh window in my shorts, did you really think I had hurtling to destru in mind? I was imagining a loudspeaker-and-leaflet unit that would give me your undivided attention.
When I leaned out of yh window in my shorts, did you think why me?
Into his bank I thought I saw my friend Keh go. To get his money for the day. L outside in my painted shoes. sidering my pros?pects. A question of buying new underwear oing to the laundromat. And when I put a nickel in the soap mae it barks.
When I leaned out of yh window in my shorts, were you nervous because you had just met me? I said: Your eyes have not been surpassed.
The artichokes in their glass jar from the arti?choke heart of the world, Castroville, Calif. I asked the man for a leaf. Just one, I said. We dohem in ones, he said. we iate, I asked. Breathing his disgust he tucked a green leaf into my yellow vest with his brown hands.
When I asked you why you didnt marry Harry you said it was because he didnt like you. Then I told you how I cheated the Thai lieutenant who was my best friend then.
Posing with my leaf against a plastic paper plate. Hoping cordially that my friend Viaking money in his building. Theichokes one by one. Yes, you said, this is the part they call Turtle Bay.
Coffee w what my end would be. Think?ing of my friend Roger killed in the crash of a Link Trai Randolph Field in 43. Or was it breakbone fever at Walter Reed.
Then out into the street again and uptown for my feng lesson. Stopping on the way to give the underwear man a ten. Because he looked about to bark.
When I reached to touch your breast you said you had a cold. I believed you. I made more pop?.
Thinking of my friend Max who looks like white bread. A brisk bout with my head in a wire cage. The Slash Waltz from "The Mark of Zorro." And in the shower a ten for Max, because his were the best two out of three. He put it in his lacy shoe. With his watd his application to the Colorado School of Mines.
In the shower I refrained from speaking of you to anyone.
The store where I buy news buttoned up tight. Because the owners are in the mountains. Where I would surely be had I not decided to make us miserable.
I said: I seem to have lost all my manuscripts, in which my theory is proved not o again and again and again, and now when people who dont believe a vertical monorail to Venus is possible shout at me, I have nothing to say. You peered into my gloom.
My friend Hermans house. Where I tickle the bell. It is me. Io put a vacuum er to?gether. The parts on the floor in alphabetical order. Herman away, making money. I hug his wife Agnes. A beautiful girl. And when one hugs her tightly, her eyes fill.