she was in her orange Volks waitin… as I walked up the street with 2 six packs and a pint of sco… and she jumped out and began grabbing the beerbottles…

Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?

welcome to my wormy hell. the music grinds off-key. fish eyes watch from the wall. this is where the last happy shot… fired.

my mother, father and I walked to the market once a week for our government relief food: cans of beans, cans of

we are gathered here now to bury her in this poem. she did not marry an unemployed wi… beat her every

I began at 6:18 p.m. and Dave Janko did not begin until 10:36 p.m., so it could have been worse. Having a 10:06 thirty minute lunch, I was usually back by the time he got in. In he’d co...

we’d had any number of joints and… beer and I was on the bed stretche… and she said, “look, I’ve had 3 ab… in a row, real fast, and I’m sick… abortions, I don’t want you to sti…

of course, I may die in the next t… and I’m ready for that but what I’m really worried about… that my editor—publisher might ret… even though he is ten years younge…

I know that some night in some bedroom soon my fingers will rift

I went with two ladies down to Venice to look for antique furniture. I parked in back of the store and went in with them.

I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh,