they don’t make it the beautiful die in flame— suicide pills, rat poison, rope, w… ever... they rip their arms off,

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

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…

In bed I had something in front o… “Sorry, baby,” I said. Then I ro… Then something awakened me. It wa… “Go, baby, go!” I told her. I arched my back now and then. Sh…

they photograph you on your porch and on your couch and standing in the courtyard or leaning against your car these photographers

I’ve come by, she says, to tell yo… that this is it. I’m not kidding,… over. this is it. I sit on the couch watching her ar… her long red hair before my bedroo…

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...

they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it all is.

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

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…

We ran up the long ramp. I was ca… At the escalator Tammie saw the f… “Please,” I said, “we only have f… “I want Dancy to have the money.” “All right.”

are more beautiful than movie stars and they lounge on the lawn sunbathing

our marriage book, it says. I look through it. they lasted ten years. they were young once.

The bandages were helpful. L.A. County Hospital had finally come up with something. The boils drained. They didn’t vanish but they flattened a bit. Yet some new ones would appear and ri...