at the track today, Father’s Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a

3 small boys run toward me blowing whistles and they scream you’re under arrest! you’re drunk!

up in northern California he stood in the pulpit and had been reading for some time he had been reading poems about nature and the goodness

man, he said, sitting on the steps your car sure needs a wash and wax… I can do it for you for 5 bucks, I got the wax, I got the rags, I… I need.

it’s strange when famous people di… whether they have fought the good… the bad one. it’s strange when famous people di… whether we like them or not

Well, I took the scheme sheet and I related everything to sex and age. This guy lived in this house with 3 women. He belt-whipped one (her name was the name of the street and her age th...

my moustache is pasted-on and my wig and my eyebrows and even my eyes... then something stuns me... the lampshades swing, I hear

I know that some night in some bedroom soon my fingers will rift

this man used to be an interesting writer, he was able to say brisk and refreshing things. at the time

what is it about lobsters and crab… those white-pink shells that always make me hungry just looking at them there in the butcher’s display case

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

terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat

yes, it’s dark in here. can’t open the door. can’t open the jam lid. can’t find a pair of socks that ma… was born in Andernach in 1920 and…

first time my father overheard me… this bit of music he asked me, “what is it?” “it’s called Love For Three Oran… I informed him.