“What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?” We got into my car and she told me where she lived. We stopped for a couple of big steaks, vegetables, stuff for a salad, potatoes, b...

“your poems about the girls will s… 50 years from now when the girls a… my editor phones me. dear editor: the girls appear to be gone

twitching in the sheets— to face the sunlight again, that’s clearly trouble. I like the city better when the

one of the terrible things is really being in bed night after night with a woman you no longer

if you can’t stand the heat, he sa… kitchen. you know who said that? Harry Truman. I’m not in the kitchen, I say, I’… oven.

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

I began at 6:18 p.m. and Dave Janko did not begin until 10:36 p.m., so it could have been worse. Having a 10:06 thirty minute lunch, I was usually back by the time he got in. In he’d co...

I was glad I had money in the Sav… Friday afternoon hungover I didn’t have a job I was glad I had money in the Sav… I didn’t know how to play a guitar

all right, while we are gently cel… and while crazy classical music le… my small radio, I light a fresh ci… and realize that I am still very m… the 21st century is almost upon me…

I cut the middle fingernail of the… finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt

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

outside my window Sunday. I am eating a grapefruit. church is over at the… Orthodox to the west.

half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the