We had another fight. Later I was back at my place but I didn’t feel like sitting there alone and drinking. The night harness racing meet was on. I took a pint and went out to the track...

she wrote me for years. “I’m drinking wine in the kitchen. it’s raining outside. the children are in school.” she was an average citizen

We were in the air twenty minutes when she took a mirror out of her purse and began to make up her face, mostly the eyes. She worked at her eyes with a small brush, concentrating on the...

as the orchid dies and the grass goes insane, let’s have one for the los… met an old man and a tired whore

I took Tanya to Santa Anita. The current sensation was a 16 year old jockey still riding with his 5 pound bug advantage. He was from the east and was riding at Santa Anita for the first...

Shirley came to town with a broken… and met the Chicano who smoked long slim cigars and they got a place together on Beacon street

the other day I’m out at the track betting Early Bird that’s when you bet at the track before it opens)

it’s strange when famous people di… whether they have fought the good… the bad one. it’s strange when famous people di… whether we like them or not

drunk and writing poems at 3 a.m. what counts now is one more tight

live alone in a small room and read the newspapers and sleep alone in the dark dreaming of crowds.

liked D . H. Lawrence he could get so indignant he snapped and he ripped with wonderfully energetic sentenc… he could lay the word down

the branches break, the birds fall… the whores stand straight, the bombs stack, evening, morning, night, peanutbutter,

suppose like others have come through fire and sword, love gone wrong, head-on crashes, drunk at sea, and I have listened to the simple…

“It’s the manager, Freddy. He has started whistling this song. He’s whistling it when I come in in the morning and he never stops, and he’s whistling it when I go home at night. It’s be...