“Get a seat for her, put her on the tab,” I told Marty. “All right. We’ll set her up. We’re S.R.O. We’ve had to turn away 150 and it’s 30 minutes before you go on.” “I want to introduce...

the goldfish sing all night with g… and the whores go down with the st… the whores go down with the stars I’m sorry, sir, we close at 4:30, besides yr mother’s neck is dirty,

he’s 17 . mother, he said, how do I crack an egg? all right, she said to me, you don… sit there looking like that.

at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of sweat on the table

half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the

sick with the flu drinking beer my radio on loud enough to overcome the sounds of the

all the women all their kisses the different ways they love and talk and need. their ears they all have

very tall girl lifts her nose at m… outside a supermarket as if I were a walking garbage can; and I had no desire for her, no more desire

a poem is a city filled with stree… filled with saints, heroes, beggar… filled with banality and booze, filled with rain and thunder and p… drought, a poem is a city at war,

We continued drinking. Cecelia had just one more and stopped. “I want to go out and look at the moon and stars,” she said. “It’s so beautiful out!” She went outside by the swimming pool...