The ex-Japanese wrestler who was into real estate sold Lydia’s house. She had to move out. There was Lydia, Tonto, Lisa and the dog, Bugbutt. In Los Angeles most landlords hang out the ...

sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;

my moustache is pasted-on and my wig and my eyebrows and even my eyes... then something stuns me... the lampshades swing, I hear

let me speak as a friend although the centuries hang between us and neither you nor I can see the moon. be careful less the onion blind th…

here I am in the ground my mouth open and

it’s strange when famous people di… whether they have fought the good… the bad one. it’s strange when famous people di… whether we like them or not

sick with the flu drinking beer my radio on loud enough to overcome the sounds of the

Jr. high went by quickly enough. About the 8th grade, going into the 9th, I broke out with acne. Many of the guys had it but not like mine. Mine was really terrible. I was the worst cas...

After dinner or lunch or whatever it was—with my crazy 12 hour night I was no longer sure what was what—I said, "Look, baby, I’m sorry, but don’t you realize that this job is driving me...

it’s the same as before or the other time or the time before that. here’s a cock and here’s a cunt

we are gathered here now to bury her in this poem. she did not marry an unemployed wi… beat her every

the old fart, he used his literary… to reel them in one at a time, each younger than the last. he liked to meet them for luncheon… wine

my mother, father and I walked to the market once a week for our government relief food: cans of beans, cans of