Lydia returned and found a nice apartment in the Burbank area. She seemed to care a lot more for me than before we parted. “My husband had this big cock and that’s all he had. He had no...

feet of cheese coffeepot soul hands that hate poolsticks eyes like paperclips I prefer red wine

lonely as a dry and used orchard spread over the earth for use and surrender. shot down like an ex—pug selling dailies on the corner.

The bandages were helpful. L.A. County Hospital had finally come up with something. The boils drained. They didn’t vanish but they flattened a bit. Yet some new ones would appear and ri...

it’s the same as before or the other time or the time before that. here’s a cock and here’s a cunt

half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the

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

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

I heard it first while screwing a… who had the biggest box in Scranton. I listened to it again as I wrote… to my mother

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

this is my piano. the phone rings and people ask, what are you doing? how about getting drunk with us? and I say,

you just don’t know how to do it, you know that, and you can’t do a lot of other useful things either. it’s the fault of the

A day or so later I got a poem in the mail from Lydia. It was a long poem and it began: Come out, old troll, Come out of your dark hole, old troll, Come out into the sunlight with us an...

in the men’s room at the track this boy of about 7 or 8 years old came out of a stall