live alone in a small room and read the newspapers and sleep alone in the dark dreaming of crowds.

the blue pencil of the wave shots of yellow road a steering wheel an insane woman sitting next to you

cleaned my place the other day first time in ten years and found 100 rejected poems: fastened them all to a clipboard much bad reading.

I cross the room to the last wall the last window the last pink sun with its arms around the world

the swans drown in bilge water, take down the signs, test the poisons, barricade the cow from the bull,

the critics now have me drinking champagne and driving a BMW and also married to a socialite from

she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite

Bobby and Valerie came by and I introduced everybody around. “Valerie and I are going to take a vacation and rent rooms by the seashore in Manhattan Beach,” said Bobby. “Why don’t you g...

I am driving down Wilton Avenue when this girl of about 15 dressed in tight blue jeans that grip her behind like two hand… steps out in front of my car

the kid went back to New York Cit… he met in a kibbutz. he left his mother at the age of 32, a well-kept fellow, sense of h… wore the same pair of shorts

she writes continually like a long nozzle spraying the air,

they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”

she’s up seeing my doctor trying to get some diet pills; she’s not fat, she needs the speed… I go down to the nearest bar and w… at 3:30 in the afternoon of a tues…

I made practice runs down to skid row to get ready for my future. I didn’t like what I saw down there. Those men and women had no special daring or brilliance. They wanted what everybod...