There are sketches on the walls of men a… and outside a large green bus swerves th… insanity sprung from a waving line; Turg… says the radio, and Jane Austin, Jane… “I am going to do her portrait on the 28…

at exactly 12:00 midnight 1973-74 Los Angeles it began to rain on the palm leaves outside my window

a symphony orchestra. there is a thunderstorm, they are playing a Wagner overture and the people leave their seats under t… and run inside to the pavilion

as the spirit wanes the form

I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh,

we were in bed and she started to fight: “you son of a bitch! you just wait a min… I’ll get you!” I began laughing:

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

eating cold plums in bed she told me about the German who owned everything on the block except the custom drapery shop and he tried to buy

I’ve always had trouble with money. this one place I worked everybody ate hot dogs and potato chips

she wrote me for years. “I’m drinking wine in the kitchen. it’s raining outside. the children are in school.” she was an average citizen

re-reading some of Fante’s The Wine of Youth in bed this mid-afternoon my big cat

the 3 horse clipped the heels of the 7, they both went down and the 9 stumbled over them, jocks rolling, horses’ legs flung skyward.

remember, he told me, that when I was 6… years old my mother was always taking me to the doctor and saying, “he hasn’t poo… she was always asking me, “have you pooped?”

I suppose it’s raining in some Spanish… while I’m feeling bad like this; I’d like to think so now.

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