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After English class one day Mrs. Curtis asked me to stay. She had great legs and a lisp and there was something about the legs and the lisp together that heated me up. She was about 32,...
had lost the last race big somebody had stolen my coat could feel the flu coming on and my tires were low. I went in to get a
But then it began raining again. The Stone had me out on a thing called Sunday Collection, and if you’re thinking of church, forget it. You picked up a truck at West Garage and a clipbo...
This babe in the grandstand with dyed red hair kept leaning her breasts against me and talking about Gardena poker parlors
places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you… that?
no way back to Barcelona. the green soldiers have invaded th… madmen rule Spain and during a heat wave in 1952 I b… no way back to the Rock of Gibral…
The reading in Vancouver went through, $500 plus air fare and lodging. The sponsor, Bart Mcintosh, was nervous about crossing the border. I was to fly to Seattle, he’d meet me there and...
A month went by. R.A. Dwight, the editor of Dogbite Press wrote and asked me to do a foreword to Keesing’s Selected Poems. Keesing, with the help of his death, was at last going to get ...
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer.
she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite
we take what we can see— the engines driving us mad, lovers finally hating; this fish in the market staring upward into our minds;
The guide took us all over the building. There were so many of us that they had to break us up into groups. We used the elevator in shifts. We were shown the employee’s cafeteria, the b...
The ex-Japanese wrestler who was into real estate sold Lydia’s house. She had to move out. There was Lydia, Tonto, Lisa and the dog, Bugbutt. In Los Angeles most landlords hang out the ...
The baby was crawling, discovering the world. Marina slept in bed with us at night. There was Marina, Fay, the cat and myself. The cat slept on the bed too. Look here, I thought, I have...
here I’ll be 55 in a week. what will I write about