I’m out of matches. the springs in my couch are broken. they stole my footlocker. they stole my oil painting of

the rag. she sat there, glooming. I couldn’t do anything with her. it was raining. she got up and left.

The next day I sat in the hall in my green tin chair, waiting to be called. Across from me sat a man who had something wrong with his nose. It was very red and very raw and very fat and...

old grey-haired waitresses in cafes at night have given it up, and as I walk down sidewalks of light and look into windows

I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot

look there. the one you considered killing you… for. you saw her the other day getting out of her car

there’s Barry in his ripped walkin… he’s on Thorazine is 24 looks 38 lives with his mother in the same

Dee Dee had to pick up her son at the airport. He was coming home from England for his vacation. He was 17, she told me, and his father was an ex-concert pianist. But he’d fallen for sp...

murder the roaches spit out paper clips and the helicopter circles and cir… smelling for blood

I went with two ladies down to Venice to look for antique furniture. I parked in back of the store and went in with them.