The next day I sat in the hall in my green tin chair, waiting to be called. Across from me sat a man who had something wrong with his nose. It was very red and very raw and very fat and...

I think of automobiles parked in a parking lot when I think of myself dead I think of frying pans when I think of myself dead

I have seen an old man around town… carrying an enormous pack. he uses a walking stick and moves up and down the streets with this pack strapped to his bac…

I have just spent one—hour—and—a—h… handicapping tomorrow’s card. when am I going to get at the poem… well, they’ll just have to wait

In bed I had something in front o… “Sorry, baby,” I said. Then I ro… Then something awakened me. It wa… “Go, baby, go!” I told her. I arched my back now and then. Sh…

this is my piano. the phone rings and people ask, what are you doing? how about getting drunk with us? and I say,

they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it all is.

and so we suck on a cigar and a beer attempting to mend the love

see this final storm as nothing ve… the world; there are so many more important t… consider. see this final storm as nothing ve…

I’m big I suppose that’s why my women alwa… small but this 6 foot goddess who deals in real estate

My drinking slowed down the next week. I went to the racetrack to get fresh air and sunshine and plenty of walking. At night I drank, wondering why I was still alive, how the scheme wor...

That summer, July 1934, they gunned down John Dillinger outside the movie house in Chicago. He never had a chance. The Lady in Red had fingered him. More than a year earlier the banks h...

I know that some night in some bedroom soon my fingers will rift