One day, just like in grammar school, like with David, a boy attached himself to me. He was small and thin and had almost no hair on top of his head. The guys called him Baldy. His real...

Upon awakening I got up and used Joanna’s toothbrush, drank a couple of glasses of water, washed my hands and face and got back into bed. Joanna turned around and my mouth found hers. M...

the lair of the hunted is hidden in the last place you’d ever look and even if you find it you won’t believe

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

Cecelia sat and watched us drink. I could see that I repulsed her. I ate meat. I had no god. I liked to fuck. Nature didn’t interest me. I never voted. I liked wars. Outer space bored m...

the soldiers march without guns the graves are empty peacocks glide in the rain down stairways march great men smi… there is food enough and rent enou…

I laugh sometimes when I think ab… say Céline at a typewriter or Dostoevsky... or Hamsun...

Julio came by with his guitar and… latest song. Julio was famous, he wrote songs a… published books of little drawings… poems.

But then it began raining again. The Stone had me out on a thing called Sunday Collection, and if you’re thinking of church, forget it. You picked up a truck at West Garage and a clipbo...

the boys come up the boys climb up the brown pole as the waterheater gurgles in Spanish

turmoil is the god madness is the god permanent living peace is permanent living death. agony can kill