this is my piano. the phone rings and people ask, what are you doing? how about getting drunk with us? and I say,

which reminds me I shacked with Jane for 7 years she was a drunk I loved her my parents hated her

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

these boys have got class they ought to make kings out of old men rolling cigarettes in rooms small enough

I sat in the airport and waited. You never knew about photos. You could never tell. I was nervous. I felt like vomiting. I lit a cigarette and gagged. Why did I do these things? I didn’...

I went into the bends. I got drunker and stayed drunker than a shit skunk in Purgatory. I even had the butcher knife against my throat one night in the kitchen and then I thought, easy,...

we fought for 17 days inside that… thrusting and counter-thrusting but finally she got away and I walked outside and spit

shot off his left ear then his right, and then tore off his belt buckle with hot lead, and then

I took it home, opened the beer, got into bed and began. It started well. It was about how Janko had lived in small rooms and starved while trying to find a job. He had trouble with the...

I have been looking at the same lampshade for 5 years and it has gathered

the problem, of course, isn’t the… it’s the living parts which make up the Dem… the next person you pass on the st… multiply

it’s the same as before or the other time or the time before that. here’s a cock and here’s a cunt

you know I sat on the same barstool in Phi… 5 years I drank canned heat and the cheape… I was beaten in alleys by well-fed…

it is the man you’ve never seen wh… keeps you going, the one who might arrive someday. he isn’t out on the streets or