screen like a burglar to take your… the snake had crawled the hole, and she said, tell me about yourself.

the drifting of the mind. the slow loss, the leaking away. one’s demise is not very interesti… from my bed I watch 3 birds throug… one coal black, one dark brown, th…

Meanwhile, there was still Joyce, and her geraniums, and a couple of million if I could hang on. Joyce and the flies and the geraniums. I worked the night shift, 12 hours, and she pawed...

it is the man you’ve never seen wh… keeps you going, the one who might arrive someday. he isn’t out on the streets or

I saw a vacancy sign in the window in front of a rooming-house, had the cabby pull up. I paid him and walked up on the front porch, rang the bell. I had one black eye from the fight, an...

sleepy now at 4 a.m. hear the siren of a white ambulance,

at exactly 12:00 midnight 1973-74 Los Angeles it began to rain on the palm leaves outside my window

she writes: you’ll be moaning and groaning in your poems about how I fucked those 2 guys last week.

great writer remains in bed shades down doesn’t want to see anyone doesn’t want to write anymore doesn’t want to try anymore;

here I’ll be 55 in a week. what will I write about

my mother knocked on my rooming-ho… and came in looked in the dresser drawer: Henry you don’t have any clean stockings?