I’ve always had trouble with money. this one place I worked everybody ate hot dogs and potato chips

It was another Sunday that we got into the Model-T in search of my Uncle John. “He has no ambition,” said my father. “I don’t see how he can hold his god-damned head up and look people ...

he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about

That evening the phone rang. It was Mercedes. I had met her after giving a poetry reading at Venice Beach. She was about 28, fair body, pretty good legs, a blonde about 5~feet-5, a blue...

Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the… Orthadox to the west. she is dark

to be writing poetry at the age of… like a schoolboy, surely, I must be crazy; racetracks and booze and arguments with the landlord;

I wait on life like a pregnancy, p… the gut but all I hear now is the piano slamming its teeth throu… brain

drinking 15 dollar champagne— Cordon Rouge—with the hookers. one is named Georgia and she doesn’t like pantyhose: I keep helping her pull up

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

I have been looking at the same lampshade for 5 years and it has gathered

I laugh sometimes when I think ab… say Céline at a typewriter or Dostoevsky... or Hamsun...

this kid used to teach at Kansas… then they moved him out he went to a bean factory then he and his wife moved to the… she got a job and worked while