It was about a week later around 7 a.m. I had lucked into another day off and after a double workout, I was up against Joyce’s ass, her asshole, sleeping, verily sleeping, and then the ...

One Sunday Jimmy talked me into going to the beach with him. He wanted to go swimming. I didn’t want to he seen wearing swimming trunks because my hack was covered with boils and scars....

my friend is worried about dying he lives in Frisco I live in L.A. he goes to the gym and works with the iron and hits

the dead dogs of nowhere bark as you approach another traffic accident. cars one standing on its

you go for these wenches, she said… you go for these whores, I’ll bore you. I don’t want to be shit on anymore… I said,

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

after the slaughter house there was a bar around the corner and I sat in there and watched the sun go down through the window,

I didn’t see Lydia for a couple of days, although I did manage to phone her 6 or 7 times during that period. Then the weekend arrived. Her ex-husband, Gerald, always took the children o...

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

Curly Wagner picked out Morris Moscowitz. It was after school and eight or ten of us guys had heard about it and we walked out behind the gym to watch. Wagner laid down the rules, “We f...

sitting in a dark bedroom with 3 j… female. brown paper bags filled with trash… everywhere. is one-thirty in the afternoon.

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

our marriage book, it says. I look through it. they lasted ten years. they were young once.

That evening the phone rang. It was Mercedes. I had met her after giving a poetry reading at Venice Beach. She was about 28, fair body, pretty good legs, a blonde about 5~feet-5, a blue...