I went upstairs to 409, had a stiff scotch and water, took some money out of the top drawer, went down the steps, got in my car and drove to the racetrack. I got there in time for the f...

she was sitting in the window of room 1010 at the Chelsea in New York, Janis Joplin’s old room. it was 104 degrees

You had to fill out more papers to get out than to get in. The first page they gave you was a personalized mimeo affair from the postmaster of the city. It began: “I am sorry you are te...

absolutely sesamoid said the skeleton shoving his chalky foot upon my desk, and that was it,

I didn’t do much the rest of the week. The Oaktree meet was on. I went to the track 2 or 3 times, broke even. I wrote a dirty story for a sex mag, wrote 10 or 12 poems, masturbated, and...

live alone in a small room and read the newspapers and sleep alone in the dark dreaming of crowds.

I walked off the job again and the police stopped me for running a red light at Serrano… my mind was rather gone and I stood in a patch of leaves

we were in bed and she started to fight: “you son of a bitch! you just wait… I’ll get you!” I began laughing:

see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.

was on the train to Del Mar and I… to go to the bar car. I had a beer… back and sat down. pardon me,” said the lady next to… sitting in my husband’s seat.”

she pulled her dress off over her head and I saw the panties indented somewhat into the crotch.

once we were young at this machine. . . drinking

he carried a piece of carbon, a blade and a whip and at night he feared his head and covered it with blankets