another bed another woman more curtains another bathroom another kitchen

after the slaughter house there was a bar around the corner and I sat in there and watched the sun go down through the window,

“your poems about the girls will s… 50 years from now when the girls a… my editor phones me. dear editor: the girls appear to be gone

he sits all day at the bus stop at Sunset and Western his sleeping bag beside him. he’s dirty. nobody bothers him.

The riots ended, the baby calmed down, and I found ways to avoid Janko. But the dizzy spells persisted. The doctor wrote me a standing order for the green-white librium capsules and the...

here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in dra… here comes nothing to do all day l… here comes another night of no sle… here comes the phone wringing the…

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…

this woman keeps phoning me even though I tell her I am livin… I love. I keep hearing noises in the envir… she phones,

Our 30 minutes was now devoted to scheme training. They gave us each a deck of cards to learn and stick into pur cases. To pass the scheme you had to throw 100 cards in 8 minutes or les...

I don’t beat the walls with my fis… I just sit but it rushes in a tide of it. the woman in the court behind me h…

Markov claims I am trying to stab his soul but I’d prefer his wife. put my feet on the coffee table and he says,

It was about a week later around 7 a.m. I had lucked into another day off and after a double workout, I was up against Joyce’s ass, her asshole, sleeping, verily sleeping, and then the ...