a single dog walking alone on a hot sidewalk of summer appears to have the power of ten thousand gods.

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

crud, he said, hauling it out of the water, what is it? a Hollow-Back June Whale, I said… no, said a guy standing by us on t…

the wind blows hard to night and it’s a cold wind and I think about the boys on the row. hope some of them have a bottle

you go for these wenches, she said… you go for these whores, I’ll bore you. I don’t want to be shit on anymore… I said,

invent yourself and then reinvent… don’t swim in the same slough. invent yourself and then reinvent… and stay out of the clutches of medioc…

Fay was pregnant. But it didn’t change her and it didn’t change the post office either. The same clerks did all the work while the miscellaneous crew stood around and argued about sport...

Of all the guys left in the neighborhood, Frank was the nicest. We got to be friends, we got to going around together, we didn’t need the other guys much. They had more or less kicked F...

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

On the elevator up, I was the only white man there. It seemed strange. They talked about the riots, not looking at me. “Jesus,” said a coal black guy, "it’s really something. These guys...

he was just a cat cross-eyed, dirty white with pale blue eyes

a symphony orchestra. there is a thunderstorm, they are playing a Wagner overture and the people leave their seats u… and run inside to the pavilion

a poem is a city filled with stree… filled with saints, heroes, beggar… filled with banality and booze, filled with rain and thunder and p… drought, a poem is a city at war,