ask the sidewalk painters of Paris ask the sunlight on a sleeping dog ask the 3 pigs ask the paperboy ask the music of Donizetti

over my radio now comes the sound of a truly mad org… can see some monk drunk in a cellar mind gone or found,

a house with 7 or 8 people living in it getting up the rent. there’s a stereo never used and a set of bongos

New Year’s Eve was another bad night for me to get through. My parents had always delighted in New Year’s Eve, listening to it approach on the radio, city by city, until it arrived in L...

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

But then it began raining again. The Stone had me out on a thing called Sunday Collection, and if you’re thinking of church, forget it. You picked up a truck at West Garage and a clipbo...

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.

maybe I’ll win the Irish Sweepsta… maybe I’ll go nuts maybe Harcourt Brace will call or maybe unemployment insurance or rich lesbian at the top of a hill.

I am driving down Wilton Avenue when this girl of about 15 dressed in tight blue jeans that grip her behind like two hand… steps out in front of my car

let me speak as a friend although the centuries hang between us and neither you nor I can see the moon. be careful less the onion blind th…

he carried a piece of carbon, a blade and a whip and at night he feared his head and covered it with blankets

I blacked out after that. I guess I had consumed more whiskey than I thought. I don’t remember arriving at Nicole’s. I awakened in the morning with my back to somebody in a strange bed....

The voices of the people were the same, no matter where you carried the mail you heard the same things over and over again. “You’re late, aren’t you?” “Where’s the regular carrier?” “He...

long ago he edited a little magazi… was up in San Francisco during the beat era during the reading-poetry-with-jaz… and I remember him because he neve…