there are many single women in the… with one or two or three children and one wonders where the husbands have gone or where the lovers have gone

stepped into the wrong end of the… right leg which was bad to begin w… with a tv writer and an actor, som… life to make a sitcom and luckily… day at the track I get a box seat…

the old L.A. Public Library burn… down that library downtown and with it went large part of my

looking out the window smoking rolled cigarettes drinking Sanka and watching the workers come on in

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

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 ...

“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

we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…

take a writer away from his typewr… and all you have left is the sickness which started him

call it th e green house effect or… but it just doesn’t rain like it used to. particularly remember the rains of… depression era.

think of de vils in hell and stare at a beautiful vase of flowers as the woman in my bedroom

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...

I sat in the airport and waited. You never knew about photos. You could never tell. I was nervous. I felt like vomiting. I lit a cigarette and gagged. Why did I do these things? I didn’...

you’ve got to fuck a great many wo… beautiful women and write a few decent love poems. and don’t worry about age and/or freshly-arrived talents.