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

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,

here I am in the ground my mouth open and

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

old grey-haired waitresses in cafes at night have given it up, and as I walk down sidewalks of light and look into windows

On the elevator up, I was the only white man there. It seemed strange. They talked about the riots, not looking at me. “Jesus,” said a coal black guy, "it’s really something. These guys...

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

all of a sudden I’m a painter. a girl from Galveston gives me $50 for a painting of a man holding a candycane while floating in a darkened sky.

I’m in bed. it’s morning and I hear: where are your socks? please get dressed!

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re-reading some of Fante’s The Wine of Youth in bed this mid-afternoon my big cat

naked in that bright light the four horse falls and throws a 112-pound boy into the hooves