He hinted at times that I was a bastard and I told him to listen to Brahms, and I told him to learn to paint and drink and not be dominated by women and dollars but he screamed at me, F...

in the men’s room at the track this boy of about 7 or 8 years old came out of a stall

Sara was preparing the turkey dressing and I sat in the kitchen talking to her. We were both sipping white wine. The phone rang. I went and got it. It was Debra. “I just wanted to wish ...

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...

After Debra left for work the next morning I bathed, then tried to watch t.v. I walked around naked and noticed that I could be seen from the street through the front window. So I had a...

I am in this low—slung sports car painted a deep, rich yellow driving under an Italian sun. I have a British accent. I’m wearing dark shades

Beowulf may have killed Grendel a… Grendel’s mother but he couldn’t kill this one:

it was up in San Francisco after my poetry reading. it had been a nice crowd I had gotten my money I had this place upstairs

red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”

neither does this mean the dead are at the door begging bread before

I had been sleeping on a terrible mattress with the springs sticking into me for several years. That afternoon when I awakened I pulled the mattress off the bed, dragged it outside, and...

kool enough to die but not kill I take my doctor’s green pill drink tea as the sharks swim through vases o…

what you see is what you see: madhouses are rarely on display. that we still walk about and scratch ourselves and light

Lydia returned and found a nice apartment in the Burbank area. She seemed to care a lot more for me than before we parted. “My husband had this big cock and that’s all he had. He had no...