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 took it home, opened the beer, got into bed and began. It started well. It was about how Janko had lived in small rooms and starved while trying to find a job. He had trouble with the...

she wrote me a letter from a small room near the Seine. she said she was going to dancing class, she got up, she said at 5 o’clock in the morning

we talk about this film: Cagney fed this broad grapefruit faster than she could eat it and

they laugh continually even when a board falls down and destroys a face or distorts a

kool enough to die but not kill I take my doctor’s green pill drink tea as the sharks swim through vases o…

it is not very good to not get through whether it’s the wall the human mind

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...

Julio came by with his guitar and… latest song. Julio was famous, he wrote songs a… published books of little drawings… poems.

I cut the middle fingernail of the… finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt

all I’ve ever known are whores, ex… madwomen. I see men with quiet, gentle women—I see them in the sup… I see them walking down the street… I see them in their apartments: pe…

maybe I’ll win the Irish Sweepsta… maybe I’ll go nuts maybe Harcourt Brace will call or maybe unemployment insurance or rich lesbian at the top of a hill.