cigarettes wetted with beer from the night before you light one gag open the door for air

it is justified all dying is justified all killing all death all passing, nothing is in vain

stew at noon, my dear; and look: the ants, the sawdust, the mica plants, the shadows of banks like bad jokes; do you think we’ll hear

Our man was there to meet us, Gary Benson. He also wrote poetry and drove a cab. He was very fat but at least he didn’t look like a poet, he didn’t look North Beach or East Village or l...

in the earliest possible day in the blue-headed noon I will telegraph you a boney hand decorated with

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…

My mother went to her low-paying job each morning and my father, who didn’t have a job, left each morning too. Although most of the neighbors were unemployed he didn’t want them to thin...

you just don’t know how to do it, you know that, and you can’t do a lot of other useful things either. it’s the fault of the

I know that some night in some bedroom soon my fingers will rift

more wasted days, gored days, evaporated days. more squandered days, days pissed away,

Then there were only 6 or 7 of us.… “How you doing on your scheme, Ch… “No trouble at all,” I said. “O.… “Yes, Woodburn.” “Listen, I don’t like to be bothe…

The next time you listen to Borod… remember he was just a chemist who wrote music to relax; his house was jammed with peor e: students, artists, drunkards, bur…

this is important enough: to get your feelings down, it is better than shaving or cooking beans with garlic. it is the little we can do