My father always ran the neighborhood kids away from our house. I was told not to play with them but I walked down the street and watched them anyhow. “Hey, Heinie!” they yelled, “Why d...

There was another German Shepherd. It was hot summer and he came BOUNDING out of a back yard and then LEAPED through the air. His teeth snapped, just missing my jugular vein. “OH JESUS!...

I had worked my charms on her for a couple of nights in a bar— not that we were new lovers, I had loved her for 16 months but she didn’t want to come to my…

“...I’ve seen people in front of their typewriters in such a bind that it would blow their intestine… right out of their assholes if the… were trying to shit.”

murder the roaches spit out paper clips and the helicopter circles and cir… smelling for blood

I’m not going to die easy; I’ve sat on your suicide beds in some of the worst holes in America,

I would, of course, prefer to be w… instead of with a photograph of an… to the sound of the anvil chorus a… girls kicking high, showing everyt… but I might as well be dead right…

Vallejo writing about loneliness while starving to death; Van Gogh’s ear rejected by a whore;

But, there were still bits of action. One guy was caught on the same stairway that I had been trapped on. He was caught there with his head under some girl’s skirt. Then one of the girl...

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

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

in the Valkerie Mountains among the strutting peacocks I found a flower as large as my head

he’s a runt he snarls and scratches chases cars groans in his sleep and has a perfect star above each…