see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.

she only fucks the ones she doesn’… to marry. to the others she says you’ve got to marry me. or maybe she just fucks the ones s…

I had Fridays and Saturdays off, which made Sunday the roughest day. Plus the fact that on Sunday they made me report at 3:30 p.m. instead of my usual 6:18 p.m. This Sunday I went in an...

first they used to, he told me, gun and bomb the elephants, you could hear their screams over… but you flew high to bomb the peop… you never saw it,

the lilies storm my brain by god by god like nazi storm troopers! do you think I’m going tizzy?

she came to my place drunk riding a deer up on the front porc… so many women want to save the wor… but can’t keep their own kitchens… but me...

you gotta have wars suppose World War One was the bes… really, you know, both sides were… they really had something to fight… they really thought they had somet…

they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in midnight age

We came in low over Kansas City, the pilot said the temperature was 20 degrees, and there I was in my thin California sports coat and shirt, lightweight pants, summer stockings, and hol...

she cut my toenails the night befo… and in the morning she said, “I th… just lay here all day.” which meant she wasn’t going to wo… she was at my apartment—which mean…

I went with two ladies down to Venice to look for antique furniture. I parked in back of the store and went in with them.

one of Lorca’s best lines is, “agony, always agony ...” think of this when you

I keep thinking it will be outside now waiting for me blue front bumper twisted

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