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

Wednesday night found me at the airport waiting for Iris. I sat around and looked at the women. None of them—except for one or two—looked as good as Iris. There was something wrong with...

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

all the women all their kisses the different ways they love and talk and need. their ears they all have

is a highrise apt. next door and he beats her at night and she… and I see her the next day standing in the driveway with curl… and she has her huge buttocks jamm…

The ultra-violet ray machine clicked off. I had been treated on both sides. I took off the goggles and began to dress. Miss Ackerman walked in. “Not yet,” she said, “keep your clothes o...

there’s Barry in his ripped walkin… he’s on Thorazine is 24 looks 38 lives with his mother in the same

I’m glad when they arrive and I’m glad when they leave I’m glad when I hear their heels approaching my door and I’m glad when those heels

the legs are gone and the hopes—th… and I haven’t shaved in sixteen da… but the mailman still makes his ro… water still comes out of the fauce… myself with glazed and milky eyes…

the old folks play a game in the park overlooking the sea shoving markers across cement with wooden sticks. four play, two on each side

twitching in the sheets— to face the sunlight again, that’s clearly trouble. I like the city better when the

I read a book about John Dos Pas… the book once radical—communist John ended up in the Hollywood Hi… and reading the Wall Street Journal

escape from the black widow spider is a miracle as great as art. what a web she can weave slowly drawing you to her she’ll embrace you