they photograph you on your porch and on your couch and standing in the courtyard or leaning against your car these photographers

it’s unfortunate, and simply not the style, but I don’t care: girls remind me of hair in the sink, girls remind me of intestines and bladders and excretory movements; it’s unfortunate a...

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

twitching in the sheets— to face the sunlight again, that’s clearly trouble. I like the city better when the

crud, he said, hauling it out of the water, what is it? a Hollow-Back June Whale, I said… no, said a guy standing by us on t…

she lived in Galveston and was int… T.M. and I went down to visit her and w… continually even though it was ver… weather

was much easier to be a genius in… only 3 or 4 literary magazines and… or 5 times you could end up in Ger… you could possibly meet Picasso fo… maybe only Miró.

The next time you listen to Borod… remember he was just a chemist who wrote music to relax; his house was jammed with peor e: students, artists, drunkards, bur…

probably from the belly button or… bed, or maybe from the mouth of th… the car crash on the avenue that l… scattered on the grass. she comes from love gone wrong und…

he packaged it up neatly in differ… sending the legs to an aunt in St.… the head to a scoutmaster in Brook… the belly to a cross-eyed butcher… the female organs were sent to a y…

monkey feet small and blue walking toward you as the back of a building falls of… and an airplane chews the white sk…

this one always arrives at the wrong time a basically good sort I suppose an honest man

One day I was at the bar between races and I saw this woman. God or somebody keeps creating women and tossing them out on the streets, and this one’s ass is too big and that one’s tits ...

I am hung by a nail the sun melts my heart I am cousin to the snake

The next day we picked up some of her stuff at this motel. There was a little dark guy in there with a wart on the side of his nose. He looked dangerous. Hector was sitting on the edge ...