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hank solo

Just practicin' steps and keepin' outta the fights
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Found this on the web, feels like one I've read before but don't know where... anyone??



New Mexico​
I was fairly drunk when it​
began and I took out my bottle and used it​
along the way. I was reading a week or two after​
Kandel and I did not look quite as​
pretty but​
I brought it off and we​
ended up at the Webbs, 6, 8, 10 of​
us, and I drank scotch, wine, beer, tequila​
and noticed a nice one sitting next to me -​
one tooth missing when she smiled,​
lovely, and I put my arm around her​
and began loading her with bullshit.​
when I awakened at 10 a.m. the next morning​
I was in a strange house​
in bed with this​
woman. she was asleep but looked​
familiar.​
I got up and here was one kid running around in a​
crib and another one running around the floor in​
pajamas. I picked up a letter addressed to one​
"Betsy R.", so I went back and said,​
"hey, Betsy, there are kids running around all over​
this place."​
"oh Hank, damn it, I'm sick. I want to sleep, not​
rap."​
"but look, the ..."​
"make yourself some​
coffee."​
I put the pot on and the little boy ran up in his​
pajamas. I found a shirt and some pants and some​
shoes and​
dressed him.​
then I cleaned a bottle with hot water, filled it​
with milk and gave it to the kid in the​
crib. he went for​
it.​
then I went in and squeezed her​
hand. "I've got to go. are you all​
right ?"​
"yes, a little sick. but please don't feel​
bad."​
I called a yellow cab and we went back across​
town.​
is this what happened to​
D. Thomas ? I thought.​
if a man didn't think too much he could be proud of his little​
conquests -​
except that the women were better than we - asking nothing​
as we squirted our poetry​
our bullshit our​
sperm to​
them.​
we were sick poets sick​
people.​
across town I knocked on the door of my host and​
hostess.​
"what happened ?" they​
asked.​
"nothing. got​
lost."​
they sat a beer in front of me​
and I drank it as if I were​
wordly:​
a piece-of-ass​
any-night​
anywhere​
type.​
"somebody got a​
cigarette ?" I asked.​
"sure, sure."​
I lit up and asked,​
"heard from Creely​
lately ?"​
not giving a damn whether they had or​
not.​
 
Sounds familiar, yes. Or at least the scene with the kids running around. Is it in Women?
 
Similar to a segment of "I Just Write Poetry So I Can Go To Bed With Girls," from Absence of the Hero. Many of the details and lines are there, but Betsy R. is Kathy W. And, of course, I don't need to add that this is prose not poetry... They are uncannily similar, though.
 
Okay, I'm awake!

As cirerita says, NOLA Express, number 57, June 12 to 27, 1970.

nola ex 57 june 12 to 27 1970.JPG
 

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