it is the man you’ve never seen wh… keeps you going, the one who might arrive someday. he isn’t out on the streets or

the drifting of the mind. the slow loss, the leaking away. one’s demise is not very interesti… from my bed I watch 3 birds throug… one coal black, one dark brown, th…

he was just a cat cross-eyed, dirty white with pale blue eyes

long ago he edited a little magazi… was up in San Francisco during the beat era during the reading-poetry-with-jaz… and I remember him because he neve…

these boys have got class they ought to make kings out of old men rolling cigarettes in rooms small enough

I am hung by a nail the sun melts my heart I am cousin to the snake

the critics now have me drinking champagne and driving a BMW and also married to a socialite from

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 afternoon they lean against one another and you can see how much they like the sun.

We ran up the long ramp. I was ca… At the escalator Tammie saw the f… “Please,” I said, “we only have f… “I want Dancy to have the money.” “All right.”

he packaged it up neatly in differ… sending the legs to an aunt in St.… the head to a scoutmaster in Brook… the belly to a cross-eyed butcher… the female organs were sent to a y…

have we gone wrong again? we laugh less and less, become more sadly sane. all we want is the absence of others.

she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankl… and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists my god,