think of de vils in hell and stare at a beautiful vase of flowers as the woman in my bedroom

the wind blows hard to night and it’s a cold wind and I think about the boys on the row. hope some of them have a bottle

in San Francisco the landlady, 80… Victrola up the stairway and I pl… until they beat on the walls. there was a large bucket in the ce… filled with beer and winebottles;

let me speak as a friend although the centuries hang between us and neither you nor I can see the moon. be careful less the onion blind th…

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…

The voices of the people were the same, no matter where you carried the mail you heard the same things over and over again. “You’re late, aren’t you?” “Where’s the regular carrier?” “He...

listen, man, don’t tell me about t… sent, we didn’t receive them, we are very careful with manuscrip… we bake them burn them

in the men’s room at the track this boy of about 7 or 8 years old came out of a stall

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...

the virus holds the concepts give way like rotten shoelaces toothache and bacon dance on the lawn

around 2 a.m. in my small room after turning off the poem machine for now

cigarettes wetted with beer from the night before you light one gag open the door for air

We had a 3:30 pm flight out of Los Angeles that Saturday. At 2 pm I went up and knocked on Tammie’s door. She wasn’t there. I want back to my place and sat down. The phone rang. It was ...