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

around 2 a.m. in my small room after turning off the poem machine for now

here I’ll be 55 in a week. what will I write about

I met her somehow through correspo… and she began sending me very sexy… and this being mixed in with a min… confused me somewhat and I got in… through the mountains and valleys…

is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown

A week later I was driving down Hollywood Boulevard with Lydia. A weekly entertainment newspaper published in California at that time had asked me to write an article on the life of the...

Lila Jane was a girl my age who lived next door. I still wasn’t allowed to play with the children in the neighborhood, but sitting in the bedroom often got dull. I would go out and walk...

“I’ve made it,” she said, “I’ve c… through.” she had on new boots, pa… and a white sweater. “I know what… want now.” she was from Chicago an… had settled in L.A.’s Fairfax dis…

liked D . H. Lawrence he could get so indignant he snapped and he ripped with wonderfully energetic sentenc… he could lay the word down

a house with 7 or 8 people living in it getting up the rent. there’s a stereo never used and a set of bongos

very tall girl lifts her nose at m… outside a supermarket as if I were a walking garbage can; and I had no desire for her, no more desire

I watched the board and the 6 drop… after a first flash of 18 from a m… of 12...two minutes to post and a… kept jamming against my back, but… I bet 20 to win and walked out to…

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

the droll noon where squadrons of worms creep up like stripteasers to be raped by blackbirds. I go outside