Lydia met me at the airport. She was horny as usual. “Jesus Christ,” she said. “I’m hot! I play with myself but it doesn’t do any good.” “Lydia, my leg is still in terrible shape. I jus...

Slipping keenly into bright ashes, target of vanilla tears your sure body lit candles for men on dark nights, and now your night is darker

—he’s a dandy —small moustache —usually sucking on a cigar he tends to lean into cars as he transacts business

see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.

in the afternoon they lean against one another and you can see how much they like the sun.

she’s not for you, man, she’s not your type, she’s erased she’s been used she’s got all the wrong

he buys 5 cars a month, details th… them out, then resells them at a profit of one or… he has a nice Jewish wife and he t… bangs her until the walls shake.

Back in L.A., there was almost a week of peace. Then the phone rang. It was the owner of a Manhattan Beach nightclub, Marty Seavers. I had read there a couple of times before. The club ...

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

no way back to Barcelona. the green soldiers have invaded th… madmen rule Spain and during a heat wave in 1952 I b… no way back to the Rock of Gibral…

he said, “I was working in Hollyw… working in Hollywood and he was the worst: he was too drunk to sta… end of the afternoon and so I had… into a taxi

the telephone has not been kind of… of late there have been more and m… from people who want to come over… from people who are depressed from people who are lonely

in the men’s room at the track this boy of about 7 or 8 years old came out of a stall