there are beasts in the salt shake… and airdromes in the coffeepot. my mother’s hand is in the bag dra… and from the backs of spoons come the cries of tiny tortured animals…

places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you… that?

I cross the room to the last wall the last window the last pink sun with its arms around the world

you sit on the couch with me tonight new woman. have you seen the

Then Joyce wanted to go back to the city. For all the draw– backs, that little town, haircuts or not, beat city life. It was quiet. We had our own house. Joyce fed me well.) Plenty of m...

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 ...

we’d had any number of joints and… beer and I was on the bed stretche… and she said, “look, I’ve had 3 ab… in a row, real fast, and I’m sick… abortions, I don’t want you to sti…

used to drive those trucks so hard and for so long that my right foot would go dead from pushing down on the accelerator.

you’ve got to fuck a great many wo… beautiful women and write a few decent love poems. and don’t worry about age and/or freshly-arrived talents.

at exactly 12:00 midnight 1973-74 Los Angeles it began to rain on the palm leaves outside my window

Three or four days later I found her note and phoned Debra. She said, “Come on over.” She gave me the directions to Playa del Rey and I drove over. She had a small rented house with a f...

call it love stand it up in the failing light put it in a dress pray sing beg cry laugh