no one is sorry I am leaving, not even I; but there should be a minstrel or at least a glass of wine. bothers the young most, I think:

the essence of the belly like a white balloon sacked is disturbing like the running of feet on the stairs

the old L.A. Public Library burn… down that library downtown and with it went large part of my

I had to take a shit but instead I went into this shop to have a key made. the woman was dressed

red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”

I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh,

I wait on life like a pregnancy, p… the gut but all I hear now is the piano slamming its teeth throu… brain

Upon awakening I got up and used Joanna’s toothbrush, drank a couple of glasses of water, washed my hands and face and got back into bed. Joanna turned around and my mouth found hers. M...

the bulls are grand as the side of… and although they kill them for th… it is the bull that burns the fire… and although there are cowardly bu… there are cowardly matadors and co…

we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…

I had begun to dislike my father. He was always angry about something. Wherever we went he got into arguments with people. But he didn’t appear to frighten most people; they often just ...

The next day we picked up some of her stuff at this motel. There was a little dark guy in there with a wart on the side of his nose. He looked dangerous. Hector was sitting on the edge ...

if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce-pickers of Salinas?

One night my father took me on his milk route. There were no longer any horsedrawn wagons. The milk trucks now had engines. After loading up at the milk company we drove off on his rout...