she’s from Texas and weighs 103 pounds and stands before the mirror combing oceans of reddish hair

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

I didn’t contest the divorce, didn’t go to court. Joyce gave me the car. She didn’t drive. All I had lost was 3 or 4 million. But I still had the post office. “I saw you with that bitch...

she had huge thighs and a very good laugh she laughed at everything and the curtains were yellow and I finished

Then I was called down to personnel at the old Federal Build– ing. They let me sit the usual 45 minutes or hour and one half. The man walked me back to a desk. There sat this woman. She...

the blue pencil of the wave shots of yellow road a steering wheel an insane woman sitting next to you

We got back to 1010. I had my check. I’d left word that we didn’t want to be disturbed. Tammie and I sat drinking. I’d read 5 or 6 love poems about her. “They knew who I was,” she said....

ask the sidewalk painters of Paris ask the sunlight on a sleeping dog ask the 3 pigs ask the paperboy ask the music of Donizetti

Not much happened during the rest of her stay. We drank, we ate, we fucked. There were no arguments. We took long drives down along the shore, ate at seafood cafes. I didn’t bother with...

I get too many phone calls. they seek the creature out. they shouldn’t.

vain vanilla ladies strutting while van Gogh did it to himself. girls pulling on silk hose

she writes continually like a long nozzle spraying the air,

got out, fellow said, “hey!” walke… me, we shook hands, he slipped me… tickets for free car washes, “find… told him, walked on through to wai… area with wife, we sat on outside…