I feel gypped by dunces as if reality were the property of little men with luck and a headstart, and I sit in the cold

at one stage in my life I met a man who claimed to have visited Pound at St. Elizabeths. then I met a woman who not only claimed to have visited

I go to pick her up. she’s on some errand. she always has errands many things to do. I have nothing to do.

“I’ve made it,” she said, “I’ve c… through.” she had on new boots, pa… and a white sweater. “I know what… want now.” she was from Chicago an… had settled in L.A.’s Fairfax dis…

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

bluebird there’s a bluebird in my heart tha… wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, say, stay in there, I’m not going

the problem, of course, isn’t the… it’s the living parts which make up the Dem… the next person you pass on the st… multiply

I’m in bed. it’s morning and I hear: where are your socks? please get dressed!

This babe in the grandstand with dyed red hair kept leaning her breasts against me and talking about Gardena poker parlors

You had to fill out more papers to get out than to get in. The first page they gave you was a personalized mimeo affair from the postmaster of the city. It began: “I am sorry you are te...

That Tuesday night we were sitting at my place drinking; Tammie, me and her brother, Jay. The phone rang. It was Bobby. “Louie and his wife are down here and she’d like to meet you.” Lo...

One night I was coming around the corner after sneaking down to the cafeteria for a pack of smokes. And there was a face I knew. It was Tom Moto! The guy I had subbed with under The Sto...

I don’t beat the walls with my fis… I just sit but it rushes in a tide of it. the woman in the court behind me h…