in the afternoon they lean against one another and you can see how much they like the sun.

drinking German beer and trying to come up with the immortal poem at 5 p.m. in the afternoon. but, ah, I’ve told the

is an orange animal with hand grenades fire power

I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot

vain vanilla ladies strutting while van Gogh did it to himself. girls pulling on silk hose

I used to know a dutchman in a Ph… he’d take 3 raw eggs in his beer, 71, still working, strong,

That evening the phone rang. It was Mercedes. I had met her after giving a poetry reading at Venice Beach. She was about 28, fair body, pretty good legs, a blonde about 5~feet-5, a blue...

This babe in the grandstand with dyed red hair kept leaning her breasts against me and talking about Gardena poker parlors

Every night was about the same. I’d drive along the coast looking for a place to have dinner. I wanted an expensive place that wasn’t too crowded. I developed a nose for those places. I...

I was sitting with an anarchist from Beverly Hills, Ben Solvnag, who was writing my biography when I heard her footsteps on the court walk. I knew the sound—they were always fast and fr...

I’m out of matches. the springs in my couch are broken. they stole my footlocker. they stole my oil painting of

I could see the road ahead of me. I was poor and I was going to stay poor. But I didn’t particularly want money. I didn’t know what I wanted. Yes, I did. I wanted someplace to hide out,...

a house with 7 or 8 people living in it getting up the rent. there’s a stereo never used and a set of bongos

she was in her orange Volks waitin… as I walked up the street with 2 six packs and a pint of sco… and she jumped out and began grabbing the beerbottles…