Lydia phoned me in the morning. “Whenev… “You’re a whore.” “Yeah? Well, if there’s anything worse… “If there’s anything worse than a bore i… “If you don’t want my pussy,” she said,…

I was standing in line at the bank today when the old fellow in front of me dropped his glasses (luckily, within the case) and as he bent over

the old fart, he used his literary reput… to reel them in one at a time, each younger than the last. he liked to meet them for luncheon and wine

It was noon the next day when the phone… “Well, did she come back with the champa… “Who?” “Your whore.” “Yes, she came back. ...”

the rag. she sat there, glooming. I couldn’t do anything with her. it was raining. she got up and left.

this poet he’d been drinking 2 or 3 days and he walked out on the stage and looked at that audience and he just knew he was going to do it. there was a grand piano on stage and he walke...

hooray say the roses, today is blamesday and we are red as blood. hooray say the roses, today is Wednesday and we bloom wher soldiers fell and lovers too,

light brown stare that dumb blank marvelous light brown stare I’ll take care of it.

I went to my place, started drinking. I snapped on the radio and found some classical music. I got my Coleman lantern out of the closet. I turned out the lights and sat playing with the...

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

he talked about Steinbeck and Thomas Wo… wrote like a cross between the two of th… and I lived in a hotel on Figueroa Stre… close to the bars and he lived further uptown in a small r…

Well, I took the scheme sheet and I related everything to sex and age. This guy lived in this house with 3 women. He belt-whipped one (her name was the name of the street and her age th...