beheaded in the middle of the night scratching my sides I am covered with bites kick my white legs out of the shee…

the balance is preserved by the sn… the Santa Monica cliffs; the luck is in walking down Wester… and having the girls in a massage parlor holler at you, “Hello, Swe…

I feel gypped by dunces as if reality were the property of little men with luck and a headstart, and I sit in the cold

Markov claims I am trying to stab his soul but I’d prefer his wife. put my feet on the coffee table and he says,

There was death in that place on the hill. I knew it the first day I walked out the screen door and into the backyard. A zing– ing binging buzzing whining sound came right at me: 10,000...

at the hospital that I have been going to the nurses seem overweight. they are bulky in their

The next night Bobby and Valerie came over. They had recently moved into my apartment building and now lived across the court. Bobby had on his tight knit shirt. Everything always fitte...

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

have we gone wrong again? we laugh less and less, become more sadly sane. all we want is the absence of others.

my goldfish stares with watery eye… into the hemisphere of my sorrow; upon the thinnest of threads we hang together, hang hang hang

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

16 years old during the depression I’d come home drunk and all my clothing— shorts, shirts, stockings—

half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the