think of the beds used again and again to fuck in to die in. in this land

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.

Bobby’s wife worked two nights a week and when she was gone he got on the telephone. I knew that on Tuesday and Thursday nights he would be lonely. It was Tuesday night when the phone r...

we fought for 17 days inside that… thrusting and counter-thrusting but finally she got away and I walked outside and spit

places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you… that?

old Butch, they fixed him the girls don’t look like much anymore. when Big Sam moved out of the back

That evening the phone rang. It was Mercedes. I had met her after giving a poetry reading at Venice Beach. She was about 28, fair body, pretty good legs, a blonde about 5~feet-5, a blue...

On the elevator up, I was the only white man there. It seemed strange. They talked about the riots, not looking at me. “Jesus,” said a coal black guy, "it’s really something. These guys...

it sits outside my window now like and old woman going to market… it sits and watches me, it sweats nevously through wire and fog and dog—bark

I had been corresponding with Tanya and on the evening of January 5th she phoned. She had a high excited sexy voice like Betty Boop used to have. “I’m flying down tomorrow evening. Will...

Phillipe ’s is an old time cafe off Alameda street just a little north and east of the main post office. Phillipe’s opens at 5 a.m.

the ladies of summer will die like… and the lie the ladies of summer will love so long as the price is not forever