my father was a practical man. he had an idea. you see, my son, he said, I can pay for this house in my lif… then it’s mine.

I have just spent one—hour—and—a—h… handicapping tomorrow’s card. when am I going to get at the poem… well, they’ll just have to wait

sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;

went for a walk on Hollywood Boul… looked down and there was a large… walking beside me. his pace was exactly the same as m… we stopped at traffic signals toge…

We continued drinking. Cecelia had just one more and stopped. “I want to go out and look at the moon and stars,” she said. “It’s so beautiful out!” She went outside by the swimming pool...

The first three or four days at Mears-Starbuck were identical. In fact, similarity was a very dependable thing at Mears-Starbuck. The caste system was an accepted fact. There wasn’t a s...

she bent over the side of the bed and opened the portfolio along the side of the wall. we were drinking. she said, “you promised me these

the other day I’m out at the track betting Early Bird that’s when you bet at the track before it opens)

I was asked to give a reading at a famous nightclub, The Lancer, on Hollywood Boulevard. I agreed to read two nights. I was to follow a rock group, The Big Rape, each night. I was getti...

drunk and writing poems at 3 a.m. what counts now is one more tight