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

the girls are coming home in their… and I sit by the window and watch. there’s a girl in a red dress driving a white car

I get many phonecalls now. They are all alike. “are you Charles Bukowski, the writer?” “yes,” I tell them.

all of a sudden I’m a painter. a girl from Galveston gives me $50 for a painting of a man holding a candycane while floating in a darkened sky.

had her for 3 units and at mid-term she’d read off how many assignment… stories had been turned in:

my mother, father and I walked to the market once a week for our government relief food: cans of beans, cans of

old grey-haired waitresses in cafes at night have given it up, and as I walk down sidewalks of light and look into windows

sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;

I kept getting letters from a lady who lived only a mile or so away. She signed them Nicole. She said she had read some of my books and liked them. I answered one of her letters and she...

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

I forget the beginning time. 6 or 7 p.m. Something like that. All you did was sit with a handful of letters, take a streetmap and figure your run. It was easy. All the drivers took much...

he was a good one say 18, 19, marine and every time woman came down the train aisle

listening to Bruckner on the radio wondering why I’m not half mad over the latest breakup with my latest girlfriend wondering why I’m not driving the…

The riots ended, the baby calmed down, and I found ways to avoid Janko. But the dizzy spells persisted. The doctor wrote me a standing order for the green-white librium capsules and the...