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

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

Back in L.A., there was almost a week of peace. Then the phone rang. It was the owner of a Manhattan Beach nightclub, Marty Seavers. I had read there a couple of times before. The club ...

the canaries were there, and the l… and the old woman with warts; and I was there, a child and I touched the piano keys as they talked—

luxury ocean liners crossing the water full of the indolent and rich passing from this place to that

he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about

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...

I’m out of matches. the springs in my couch are broken. they stole my footlocker. they stole my oil painting of

the swans drown in bilge water, take down the signs, test the poisons, barricade the cow from the bull,

once we were young at this machine. . . drinking

This is advance notice that it is proposed to suspend you from duty without pay for 3 days or to take such other disciplinary action as may be determined to be appropriate. The proposed...

It was noon the next day when the phone rang. It was Lydia again. I heard a long insane wail like a wolverine shot in the arctic snow and left to bleed and die alone. . . . I slept most...

you with long hair, legs crossed h… the bar, you like a butcher knife… as the nightingale sings elsewhere… mingles with the roach’s hiss. know you as

the motion of the human heart: strangled over Missouri; sheathed in hot wax in Boston; burned like a potato in Norfolk; lost in the Allegheny Mountains;