a great white light dawns across t… continent as we fawn over our failed traditi… often kill to preserve them or sometimes kill just to kill.

There are sketches on the walls of… and outside a large green bus swer… insanity sprung from a waving line… says the radio, and Jane Austin,… “I am going to do her portrait on…

I have seen an old man around town… carrying an enormous pack. he uses a walking stick and moves up and down the streets with this pack strapped to his bac…

first they used to, he told me, gun and bomb the elephants, you could hear their screams over… but you flew high to bomb the peop… you never saw it,

they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it all is.

he has on blue jeans and tennis sh… and walks with two young girls about his age. every now and then he leaps into the air and

a poem is a city filled with stree… filled with saints, heroes, beggar… filled with banality and booze, filled with rain and thunder and p… drought, a poem is a city at war,

dying for a beer dying for and of life on a windy afternoon in Hollywood listening to symphony music from m… on the floor.

ask the sidewalk painters of Paris ask the sunlight on a sleeping dog ask the 3 pigs ask the paperboy ask the music of Donizetti

in the men’s room at the track this boy of about 7 or 8 years old came out of a stall

with old cars, especially when you… and drive them for many years a love affair is inevitable: you even learn to accept their little

for five years I have been looking across the way at the side of a red apartment hou… there must be people in there even love in there

he met her at the racetrack, a str… blonde with round hips, well-bosom… turned-up nose, flower mouth, in a… wearing white high-heeled shoes. she began asking him questions abo…

he sits all day at the bus stop at Sunset and Western his sleeping bag beside him. he’s dirty. nobody bothers him.

the canaries were there, and the l… and the old woman with warts; and I was there, a child and I touched the piano keys as they talked—

we tried to hide it in the house s… neighbors wouldn’t see. was difficult, sometimes we both h… be gone at once and when we return… there would be excreta and urine a…

he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about

the dead dogs of nowhere bark as you approach another traffic accident. cars one standing on its

the schoolyard was a horror show:… freaks the beatings up against the wire f… our schoolmates watching glad that they were not the victim…

saw him sitting in a lobby chair in the Patrick Hotel dreaming of flying fish and he said “hello friend you’re looking good.

I am driving down Wilton Avenue when this girl of about 15 dressed in tight blue jeans that grip her behind like two hand… steps out in front of my car

the old fart, he used his literary… to reel them in one at a time, each younger than the last. he liked to meet them for luncheon… wine

we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…

as the orchid dies and the grass goes insane, let’s have one for the los… met an old man and a tired whore

naked in that bright light the four horse falls and throws a 112-pound boy into the hooves