the drifting of the mind. the slow loss, the leaking away. one’s demise is not very interesti… from my bed I watch 3 birds throug… one coal black, one dark brown, th…

self-congratulatory nonsense as th… famous gather to applaud their see… greatness you wonder where

I keep thinking it will be outside now waiting for me blue front bumper twisted

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 dead can sleep they don’t get up and rage they don’t have a wife. her white face like a flower in a closed

the boys come up the boys climb up the brown pole as the waterheater gurgles in Spanish

I am in this low—slung sports car painted a deep, rich yellow driving under an Italian sun. I have a British accent. I’m wearing dark shades

Then I started attending Mt. Justin Jr. High. About half the guys from Delsey Grammar School went there, the biggest and toughest half. Another gang of giants came from other schools. O...

I had boils the size of tomatoes all over me they stuck a drill into me down at the county hospital, and

he comes out at 7:30 a.m. every da… with 3 peanut butter sandwiches, a… there’s one can of beer which he floats in the baitbucket. he fishes for hours with a small t…

I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this