I got his ashes, she said, and I… out to sea and I scattered his ash… they didn’t even look like ashes and the urn was weighted with

I went upstairs to 409, had a stiff scotch and water, took some money out of the top drawer, went down the steps, got in my car and drove to the racetrack. I got there in time for the f...

I was sitting with an anarchist from Beverly Hills, Ben Solvnag, who was writing my biography when I heard her footsteps on the court walk. I knew the sound—they were always fast and fr...

she’s from Texas and weighs 103 pounds and stands before the mirror combing oceans of reddish hair

he was a good one say 18, 19, marine and every time woman came down the train aisle

I get too many phone calls. they seek the creature out. they shouldn’t.

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

maybe I’ll win the Irish Sweepsta… maybe I’ll go nuts maybe Harcourt Brace will call or maybe unemployment insurance or rich lesbian at the top of a hill.

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

sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;

consistency is terrific: shark-mouth grubby interior with an almost perfect body, long blazing hair—

she’s not for you, man, she’s not your type, she’s erased she’s been used she’s got all the wrong

the house next door makes me sad. both man and wife rise early and go to work. they arrive home in early evening.