she’s not for you, man, she’s not your type, she’s erased she’s been used she’s got all the wrong

she undressed in front of me keeping her pussy to the front while I lay in bed with a bottle o… beer. where’d you get that wart on

you go for these wenches, she said… you go for these whores, I’ll bore you. I don’t want to be shit on anymore… I said,

The first three or four days at Mears-Starbuck were identical. In fact, similarity was a very dependable thing at Mears-Starbuck. The caste system was an accepted fact. There wasn’t a s...

horses running with her miles away laughing with a fool Bach and the hydrogen bomb

the centerfielder turns rushes back reaches up his glove and

they laugh continually even when a board falls down and destroys a face or distorts a

sleepy now at 4 a.m. hear the siren of a white ambulance,

I have just spent one—hour—and—a—h… handicapping tomorrow’s card. when am I going to get at the poem… well, they’ll just have to wait

I would, of course, prefer to be w… instead of with a photograph of an… to the sound of the anvil chorus a… girls kicking high, showing everyt… but I might as well be dead right…

she wore a platinum blond wig and her face was rouged and powder… and she put the lipstick on making a huge painted mouth and her neck was wrinkled

the virus holds the concepts give way like rotten shoelaces toothache and bacon dance on the lawn

you haven’t lived until you’ve been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb

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...