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

they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in midnight age

I was hungover again, another heat spell was on—a week of 100 degree days. The drinking went on each night, and in the early mornings and days there was The Stone and the impossibility ...

I think of automobiles parked in a parking lot when I think of myself dead I think of frying pans when I think of myself dead

I was sitting in my shorts one afternoon a week later. There was a tender little knock on the door. “Just a moment,” I said. I put on a robe and opened the door. “We’re two girls from G...

Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?

was much easier to be a genius in… only 3 or 4 literary magazines and… or 5 times you could end up in Ger… you could possibly meet Picasso fo… maybe only Miró.

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

I don’t know how many bottles of b… I have consumed while waiting for… to get better. I don’t know how much wine and whi… and beer

I was coming off an affair that ha… frankly, I was sliding down into a… really feeling shitty and low when I lucked into this lady with… covered with a jeweled canopy

this kid used to teach at Kansas… then they moved him out he went to a bean factory then he and his wife moved to the… she got a job and worked while

the old folks play a game in the park overlooking the sea shoving markers across cement with wooden sticks. four play, two on each side