she was sitting in the window of room 1010 at the Chelsea in New York, Janis Joplin’s old room. it was 104 degrees

I feel gypped by dunces as if reality were the property of little men with luck and a headstart, and I sit in the cold

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’...

I saw her when I was in the left… going east on Sunset. she was sitting with her legs crossed reading a paperback.

what you see is what you see: madhouses are rarely on display. that we still walk about and scratch ourselves and light

she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite

believe in earning one’s own way but I also believe in the unexpect… gift and it is a wondrous thing when a woman who has read your wor…

I’ve come by, she says, to tell yo… that this is it. I’m not kidding,… over. this is it. I sit on the couch watching her ar… her long red hair before my bedroo…

horses running with her miles away laughing with a fool Bach and the hydrogen bomb

I stayed five days and nights. Then I couldn’t get it up any more. Joanna drove me to the airport. She had bought me a new piece of luggage and some new clothing. I hated that Dallas-Fo...

drunk and writing poems at 3 a.m. what counts now is one more tight

if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce— pickers of Salinas?

Well, I took the scheme sheet and I related everything to sex and age. This guy lived in this house with 3 women. He belt-whipped one (her name was the name of the street and her age th...