in junior high school Big Max was a problem. we’d be sitting during lunch hour eating our peanut butter sandwiche… and potato chips.

So I took the exam, passed it, took the physical, passed it, and there I was—a substitute mail carrier. It began easy. I was sent to West Avon Station and it was just like Christmas exc...

the sun slides down through the sh… have a pair of black shoes and a p… brown shoes. can hardly remember the girls of m… there is numb blood pulsing throug…

we take what we can see— the engines driving us mad, lovers finally hating; this fish in the market staring upward into our minds;

I don’t beat the walls with my fis… I just sit but it rushes in a tide of it. the woman in the court behind me h…

the men phone and ask me that. are you really Charles Bukowski the writer? they ask. I’m a sometimes writer, I say, most often I don’t do anything.

Lydia had two children; Tonto, a boy of 8, and Lisa, the little girl of 5 who had interrupted our first fuck. We were together at the table one night eating dinner. Things were going we...

all I’ve ever known are whores, ex… madwomen. I see men with quiet, gentle women—I see them in the sup… I see them walking down the street… I see them in their apartments: pe…

have we gone wrong again? we laugh less and less, become more sadly sane. all we want is the absence of others.

the blue pencil of the wave shots of yellow road a steering wheel an insane woman sitting next to you

I had to take a shit but instead I went into this shop to have a key made. the woman was dressed

I got back, made love to Lydia several times, got in a fight with her, and left L. A. International late one morning to give a reading in Arkansas. I was lucky enough to have a seat by ...

this woman keeps phoning me even though I tell her I am livin… I love. I keep hearing noises in the envir… she phones,