the branches break, the birds fall… the whores stand straight, the bombs stack, evening, morning, night, peanutbutter,

Soon after that I made regular and that gave me an 8 hour night, which beat 12, and pay for holidays. Of the 150 or 200 that had come in, there were only two of us left. Then I met Davi...

there are beasts in the salt shake… and airdromes in the coffeepot. my mother’s hand is in the bag dra… and from the backs of spoons come the cries of tiny tortured animals…

Joyce found a job with the county, the county Police Department, of all things. I was living with a cop! But at least it was during the day, which gave me a little rest from those fondl...

at exactly 12:00 midnight 1973-74 Los Angeles it began to rain on the palm leaves outside my window

sometimes I forget about him and h… innocence, almost idiotic, awkward… he liked walking over bridges and… to night I think about him, the wa… one felt space between his lines,…

beheaded in the middle of the night scratching my sides I am covered with bites kick my white legs out of the shee…

one of the terrible things is really being in bed night after night with a woman you no longer

Jack London drinking his life awa… writing of strange and heroic men. Eugene O’Neill drinking himself o… while writing his dark and poetic works.

I read a book about John Dos Pas… the book once radical—communist John ended up in the Hollywood Hi… and reading the Wall Street Journal

in the men’s room at the track this boy of about 7 or 8 years old came out of a stall

I’m glad when they arrive and I’m glad when they leave I’m glad when I hear their heels approaching my door and I’m glad when those heels