I had been corresponding with a lady in San Francisco for several months. Her name was Liza Weston and she survived by giving dance lessons, including ballet, in her own studio. She was...

is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown

I took my girlfriend to your last poetry reading, she said “yes”, “yes?” I asked. "she`s young and pretty",

self-congratulatory nonsense as th… famous gather to applaud their see… greatness you wonder where

here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in dra… here comes nothing to do all day l… here comes another night of no sle… here comes the phone wringing the…

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…

she’s from Texas and weighs 103 pounds and stands before the mirror combing oceans of reddish hair

the telephone has not been kind of… of late there have been more and m… from people who want to come over… from people who are depressed from people who are lonely

my friend is worried about dying he lives in Frisco I live in L.A. he goes to the gym and works with the iron and hits

I am hung by a nail the sun melts my heart I am cousin to the snake

my grandfather was a tall German with a strange smell on his breath… he stood very straight in front of his small house and his wife hated him

Frank liked airplanes. He lent me all his pulp magazines about World War 1. The best was Flying Aces. The dog-fights were great, the Spads and the Fokkers mixing it. I read all the stor...

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