the guy in the front court can’t speak English, he’s Greek, a rather stupid-looking and fairly ugly man. now my landlord does some painting,

I drank for the next week. I drank night and day and wrote 25 or 30 mournful poems about lost love. It was Friday night when the phone rang. It was Mercedes. “I got married,” she said, ...

he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, untouched… externals. little shiver of horror runs through me… about

the ladies of summer will die like the r… and the lie the ladies of summer will love so long as the price is not forever

My mother went to her low-paying job each morning and my father, who didn’t have a job, left each morning too. Although most of the neighbors were unemployed he didn’t want them to thin...

in the winter walking on my ceiling my eyes the size of streetlamps. I have 4 feet like a mouse but wash my own underwear—bearded and hungover and a hard-on and no lawyer. I

I began getting dizzy spells. I could feel them coming. The case would begin to whirl. The spells lasted about a minute. I couldn’t understand it. Each letter was getting heavier and he...

vain vanilla ladies strutting while van Gogh did it to himself. girls pulling on silk hose

they stop out front here looks as if the car is on fire the smoke blazes blue from the hood and… the motor sounds like cannon shots the car humps wildly

I got his ashes, she said, and I took t… out to sea and I scattered his ashes and they didn’t even look like ashes and the urn was weighted with

drive to the beach at night in the winter and sit and look at the burned-down amus… wonder why they just let it sit there in the water.

all right, while we are gently celebrati… and while crazy classical music leaps at… my small radio, I light a fresh cigar and realize that I am still very much al… the 21st century is almost upon me!