around 2 a.m. in my small room after turning off the poem machine for now

call it th e green house effect or… but it just doesn’t rain like it used to. particularly remember the rains of… depression era.

The riots ended, the baby calmed down, and I found ways to avoid Janko. But the dizzy spells persisted. The doctor wrote me a standing order for the green-white librium capsules and the...

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

swans die in the Spring too and there it floated dead on a Sunday sideways circling in the current

murdered in the alleys of the land frost-bitten against flagpoles pawned by females educated in the dark for the dark vomiting into plugged toilets

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

—he’s a dandy —small moustache —usually sucking on a cigar he tends to lean into cars as he transacts business

it was up in San Francisco after my poetry reading. it had been a nice crowd I had gotten my money I had this place upstairs

That evening I started drinking. It wasn’t going to be easy without Katherine. I found some things she had left behind—earrings, a bracelet. I’ve got to get back to the typewriter, I th...

sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;

looking out the window smoking rolled cigarettes drinking Sanka and watching the workers come on in

she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists