Lydia returned and found a nice apartment in the Burbank area. She seemed to care a lot more for me than before we parted. “My husband had this big cock and that’s all he had. He had no...

Slipping keenly into bright ashes, target of vanilla tears your sure body lit candles for men on dark nights, and now your night is darker

“your poems about the girls will s… 50 years from now when the girls a… my editor phones me. dear editor: the girls appear to be gone

well, first Mae West died and then George Raft, and Eddie G. Robinson’s been gone long time,

listen, he said, you ever seen a b… bucket? no, I told him. well, what happens is that now and… will climb up on top of the others

dying for a beer dying for and of life on a windy afternoon in Hollywood listening to symphony music from m… on the floor.

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

she writes: you’ll be moaning and groaning in your poems about how I fucked those 2 guys last week.

I found that the only way I could keep from dizzy-spelling into my case was to get up and take a walk now and then. Fazzio, a supervisor who had the station at the time, saw me walking ...

A month went by. R.A. Dwight, the editor of Dogbite Press wrote and asked me to do a foreword to Keesing’s Selected Poems. Keesing, with the help of his death, was at last going to get ...

red face Texas and age he’s at an L.A. racetrack

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…

self-congratulatory nonsense as th… famous gather to applaud their see… greatness you wonder where