That summer, July 1934, they gunned down John Dillinger outside the movie house in Chicago. He never had a chance. The Lady in Red had fingered him. More than a year earlier the banks h...

think of de vils in hell and stare at a beautiful vase of flowers as the woman in my bedroom

she writes: you’ll be moaning and groaning in your poems about how I fucked those 2 guys last week.

red face Texas and age he’s at an L.A. racetrack

it’s unfortunate, and simply not the style, but I don’t care: girls remind me of hair in the sink, girls remind me of intestines and bladders and excretory movements; it’s unfortunate a...

in the winter walking on my ceiling my eyes the size of street… I have 4 feet like a mouse but wash my own underwear—bearded and hungover and a hard-on and no lawy…

It was about a week later around 7 a.m. I had lucked into another day off and after a double workout, I was up against Joyce’s ass, her asshole, sleeping, verily sleeping, and then the ...

this man sometimes forgets who he is. sometimes he thinks he’s the Pope. other times he thinks he’s a

he used to sell papers in front: Get your winners! Get rich on a d… and about the 3rd or 4th race you’d see him rolling in on his ro… with roller skates underneath.

you’re a beast, she said your big white belly and those hairy feet. you never cut your nails and you have fat hands

in the center of the action you have to lay down like an anima… until it charges, you have to lay down

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