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

a poem is a city filled with streets and… filled with saints, heroes, beggars, mad… filled with banality and booze, filled with rain and thunder and periods… drought, a poem is a city at war,

It was Christmas season and I learned from the drunk up the hill, who did the trick every Christmas, that they would hire damned near anybody, and so I went and the next thing I knew I ...

these women are supposed to come and see me but they never do. there’s the one with the long scar along…

I go to pick her up. she’s on some errand. she always has errands many things to do. I have nothing to do.

I took my girlfriend to your last poetry reading, she said “yes”, “yes?” I asked. "she`s young and pretty",

I didn’t have any friends at school, didn’t want any. I felt better being alone. I sat on a bench and watched the others play and they looked foolish to me. During lunch one day I was a...

Three or four days later I found her note and phoned Debra. She said, “Come on over.” She gave me the directions to Playa del Rey and I drove over. She had a small rented house with a f...

she came to my place drunk riding a deer up on the front porch: so many women want to save the world but can’t keep their own kitchens straig… but me...

we fought for 17 days inside that tent thrusting and counter-thrusting but finally she got away and I walked outside and spit

They are building a house half a block down and I sit up here with the shades down listening to the sounds,

So I took the exam, passed it, took the physical, passed it, and there I was—a substitute mail carrier. It began easy. I was sent to West Avon Station and it was just like Christmas exc...