I’d tell them to have an unhappy love affair, hemorrhoids, bad teeth and to drink cheap wine, avoid opera and golf and chess, to keep switching the head of their

over my radio now comes the sound of a truly mad organ, can see some monk drunk in a cellar mind gone or found,

in San Francisco the landlady, 80, help… Victrola up the stairway and I played B… until they beat on the walls. there was a large bucket in the center o… filled with beer and winebottles;

call it th e green house effect or what… but it just doesn’t rain like it used to. particularly remember the rains of the depression era.

you haven’t lived until you’ve been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb

I had this room in front on DeLongpre and I used to sit for hours in the daytime looking out the front window.

is an orange animal with hand grenades fire power

beheaded in the middle of the night scratching my sides I am covered with bites kick my white legs out of the sheets

went for a walk on Hollywood Boulevard. looked down and there was a large white… walking beside me. his pace was exactly the same as mine. we stopped at traffic signals together.

A month went by. R.A. Dwight, the editor of Dogbite Press wrote and asked me to do a foreword to Keesing’s Selected Poems. Keesing, with the help of his death, was at last going to get ...

we tried to hide it in the house so that… neighbors wouldn’t see. was difficult, sometimes we both had to be gone at once and when we returned there would be excreta and urine all

I’m out of matches. the springs in my couch are broken. they stole my footlocker. they stole my oil painting of

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