Then some men came around and ripped out every other water– fountain. “Hey, look, what the hell are they doing?” I asked. I was in the 3rd class flat section. I walked over to another c...

the wind blows hard to night and it’s a cold wind and I think about the boys on the row. hope some of them have a bottle

A month went by. R.A. Dwight, the editor of Dogbite Press wrote and asked me to do a foreword to Keesing’s Selected Poems. Keesing, with the help of his death, was at last going to get ...

drunk and writing poems at 3 a.m. what counts now is one more tight

I go to pick her up. she’s on some errand. she always has errands many things to do. I have nothing to do.

we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…

I’m not going to die easy; I’ve sat on your suicide beds in some of the worst holes in America,

I was glad I had money in the Sav… Friday afternoon hungover I didn’t have a job I was glad I had money in the Sav… I didn’t know how to play a guitar

as the orchid dies and the grass goes insane, let’s have one for the los… met an old man and a tired whore

Lydia liked parties. And Harry was a party-giver. So we were on our way to Harry Ascot’s. Harry was the editor of Retort, a little magazine. His wife wore long see-through dresses, show...

The ultra-violet ray machine clicked off. I had been treated on both sides. I took off the goggles and began to dress. Miss Ackerman walked in. “Not yet,” she said, “keep your clothes o...

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

keep remembering the horses under the moon keep remembering feeding the horse… sugar white oblongs of sugar