One Sunday Jimmy talked me into going to the beach with him. He wanted to go swimming. I didn’t want to he seen wearing swimming trunks because my hack was covered with boils and scars....

maybe I’ll win the Irish Sweepsta… maybe I’ll go nuts maybe Harcourt Brace will call or maybe unemployment insurance or rich lesbian at the top of a hill.

It was hot that night at the reading, which was to be held at St. Mark’s Church. Tammie and I sat in what was used as the dressing room. Tammie found a full-length mirror leaning agains...

the dead can sleep they don’t get up and rage they don’t have a wife. her white face like a flower in a closed

self-congratulatory nonsense as th… famous gather to applaud their see… greatness you wonder where

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

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.

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

am sitting on a tin chair outside… death, on stinking wings, wafts th… halls forevermore. remember the hospital stenches fro… was a boy and when I was a man and…

well, first Mae West died and then George Raft, and Eddie G. Robinson’s been gone long time,

here I am in the ground my mouth open and

I am in this low—slung sports car painted a deep, rich yellow driving under an Italian sun. I have a British accent. I’m wearing dark shades

drinking German beer and trying to come up with the immortal poem at 5 p.m. in the afternoon. but, ah, I’ve told the