I am in this low—slung sports car painted a deep, rich yellow driving under an Italian sun. I have a British accent. I’m wearing dark shades

Cecelia sat and watched us drink. I could see that I repulsed her. I ate meat. I had no god. I liked to fuck. Nature didn’t interest me. I never voted. I liked wars. Outer space bored m...

in the earliest possible day in the blue-headed noon I will telegraph you a boney hand decorated with

he walks up to my Volks after I have parked and rocks it back and forth grinning around his

One day, just like in grammar school, like with David, a boy attached himself to me. He was small and thin and had almost no hair on top of his head. The guys called him Baldy. His real...

I began getting dizzy spells. I could feel them coming. The case would begin to whirl. The spells lasted about a minute. I couldn’t understand it. Each letter was getting heavier and he...

Lydia liked parties. And Harry was a party-giver. So we were on our way to Harry Ascot’s. Harry was the editor of Retort, a little magazine. His wife wore long see-through dresses, show...

at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of sweat on the table

horses running with her miles away laughing with a fool Bach and the hydrogen bomb

the soldiers march without guns the graves are empty peacocks glide in the rain down stairways march great men smi… there is food enough and rent enou…

I have been hanging here headless for so long that the body has forgotten

I’m not going to die easy; I’ve sat on your suicide beds in some of the worst holes in America,

live alone in a small room and read the newspapers and sleep alone in the dark dreaming of crowds.