women don’t know how to love, she told me. you know how to love but women just want to leech.

the German hotel was very strange… double doors to the rooms, very th… looked the park and the vasser ter… it was usually too late for breakf… would be everywhere changing sheet…

which reminds me I shacked with Jane for 7 years she was a drunk I loved her my parents hated her

Two nights later I went over to Tammie’s place on Rustic Court. I knocked. The lights weren’t on. It seemed empty. I looked in her mailbox. There were letters in there. I wrote a note, ...

I suppose it’s raining in some Sp… while I’m feeling bad like this; I’d like to think so now.

then there was the time in New Orleans I was living with a fat woman, Marie, in the French Quarter and I got very sick.

I saw Sara every three or four days, at her place or at mine. We slept together but there was no sex. We came close but we never quite got to it. Drayer Baba’s precepts held strong. We ...

cleaned my place the other day first time in ten years and found 100 rejected poems: fastened them all to a clipboard much bad reading.

she’s not for you, man, she’s not your type, she’s erased she’s been used she’s got all the wrong

dogs and angels are not very different. I often go to this place to eat about 2:30 in the afternoon

they don’t make it the beautiful die in flame— suicide pills, rat poison, rope, w… ever... they rip their arms off,

the lair of the hunted is hidden in the last place you’d ever look and even if you find it you won’t believe