we fought for 17 days inside that… thrusting and counter-thrusting but finally she got away and I walked outside and spit

I am driving down Wilton Avenue when this girl of about 15 dressed in tight blue jeans that grip her behind like two hand… steps out in front of my car

The next day in bed I got tired of waiting for the airplanes and I found a large yellow notebook that had been meant for high school work. It was empty. I found a pen. I went to bed wit...

dying for a beer dying for and of life on a windy afternoon in Hollywood listening to symphony music from m… on the floor.

we take what we can see— the engines driving us mad, lovers finally hating; this fish in the market staring upward into our minds;

One morning a few days later I entered Lydia’s courtyard as she was walking in from the alley. She had been over to see her friend Tina who lived in an apartment house on the corner. Sh...

Shirley came to town with a broken… and met the Chicano who smoked long slim cigars and they got a place together on Beacon street

I’m not going to die easy; I’ve sat on your suicide beds in some of the worst holes in America,

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

Two nights later I went over to Tammie’s place on Rustic Court. I knocked. The lights weren’t on. It seemed empty. I looked in her mailbox. There were letters in there. I wrote a note, ...

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

New Year’s Eve was another bad night for me to get through. My parents had always delighted in New Year’s Eve, listening to it approach on the radio, city by city, until it arrived in L...