see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.

Meanwhile, there was still Joyce, and her geraniums, and a couple of million if I could hang on. Joyce and the flies and the geraniums. I worked the night shift, 12 hours, and she pawed...

one of the terrible things is really being in bed night after night with a woman you no longer

half drunk I left her place her warm blankets and I was hungover didn’t even know what town

the telephone has not been kind of… of late there have been more and m… from people who want to come over… from people who are depressed from people who are lonely

I was coming off an affair that ha… frankly, I was sliding down into a… really feeling shitty and low when I lucked into this lady with… covered with a jeweled canopy

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...

you no faces no faces at all laughing at nothing—

was on the train to Del Mar and I… to go to the bar car. I had a beer… back and sat down. pardon me,” said the lady next to… sitting in my husband’s seat.”

the pleasures of the damned are limited to brief moments of happiness: like the eyes in the look of a dog… like a square of wax,

listen, he said, you ever seen a b… bucket? no, I told him. well, what happens is that now and… will climb up on top of the others

I took women either to the boxing matches or to the racetrack. That Thursday night I took Katherine to the boxing matches at the Olympic auditorium. She had never been to a live fight. ...

The voices of the people were the same, no matter where you carried the mail you heard the same things over and over again. “You’re late, aren’t you?” “Where’s the regular carrier?” “He...

they don’t make it the beautiful die in flame— suicide pills, rat poison, rope, w… ever... they rip their arms off,