the droll noon where squadrons of worms creep up like stripteasers to be raped by blackbirds. I go outside

I paid this one’s fare all the way… to San Francisco then flew up to meet her at her br… and I got drunk and talked all night about a redhe…

I saw her when I was in the left… going east on Sunset. she was sitting with her legs crossed reading a paperback.

The next time you listen to Borod… remember he was just a chemist who wrote music to relax; his house was jammed with peor e: students, artists, drunkards, bur…

liked D . H. Lawrence he could get so indignant he snapped and he ripped with wonderfully energetic sentenc… he could lay the word down

I wait on life like a pregnancy, p… the gut but all I hear now is the piano slamming its teeth throu… brain

which reminds me I shacked with Jane for 7 years she was a drunk I loved her my parents hated her

he sits all day at the bus stop at Sunset and Western his sleeping bag beside him. he’s dirty. nobody bothers him.

One morning a few days later I entered Lydia’s courtyard as she was walking in from the alley. She had been over to see her friend Tina who lived in an apartment house on the corner. Sh...

we take what we can see— the engines driving us mad, lovers finally hating; this fish in the market staring upward into our minds;

On Thursday night Bobby phoned again. “Hey, man, what are you doing?” “Oh, come on, man, I’ll just stay for a few beers. . . .” “You treat him mean. He gets lonely when his wife is at w...

Then there were only 6 or 7 of us.… “How you doing on your scheme, Ch… “No trouble at all,” I said. “O.… “Yes, Woodburn.” “Listen, I don’t like to be bothe…