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

she’s up seeing my doctor trying to get some diet pills; she’s not fat, she needs the speed… I go down to the nearest bar and w… at 3:30 in the afternoon of a tues…

listening to Bruckner on the radio wondering why I’m not half mad over the latest breakup with my latest girlfriend wondering why I’m not driving the…

keep remembering the horses under the moon keep remembering feeding the horse… sugar white oblongs of sugar

absolutely sesamoid said the skeleton shoving his chalky foot upon my desk, and that was it,

our marriage book, it says. I look through it. they lasted ten years. they were young once.

at exactly 12:00 midnight 1973-74 Los Angeles it began to rain on the palm leaves outside my window

was much easier to be a genius in… only 3 or 4 literary magazines and… or 5 times you could end up in Ger… you could possibly meet Picasso fo… maybe only Miró.

I was sitting in my shorts one afternoon a week later. There was a tender little knock on the door. “Just a moment,” I said. I put on a robe and opened the door. “We’re two girls from G...

all of a sudden I’m a painter. a girl from Galveston gives me $50 for a painting of a man holding a candycane while floating in a darkened sky.

On the elevator up, I was the only white man there. It seemed strange. They talked about the riots, not looking at me. “Jesus,” said a coal black guy, "it’s really something. These guys...

We were eating meatballs and spaghetti. My problems were always discussed at dinner time. Dinner time was almost always an unhappy time. I didn’t answer my father’s question. “Henry, an...

a woman told a man when he got off a plane that I was dead. a magazine printed the fact that I was dead

these boys have got class they ought to make kings out of old men rolling cigarettes in rooms small enough