am sitting on a tin chair outside… death, on stinking wings, wafts th… halls forevermore. remember the hospital stenches fro… was a boy and when I was a man and…

if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce— pickers of Salinas?

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.

I’ve watched this city burn twice in my lifetime and the most notable event was the reaction of the politicians in the

they’re not going to let you sit at a front table at some cafe in Europe in the mid-afternoon sun. you do, somebody’s going to

I laugh sometimes when I think ab… say Céline at a typewriter or Dostoevsky... or Hamsun...

he met her at the racetrack, a str… blonde with round hips, well-bosom… turned-up nose, flower mouth, in a… wearing white high-heeled shoes. she began asking him questions abo…

Joyce found a job with the county, the county Police Department, of all things. I was living with a cop! But at least it was during the day, which gave me a little rest from those fondl...

It was hot that night at the reading, which was to be held at St. Mark’s Church. Tammie and I sat in what was used as the dressing room. Tammie found a full-length mirror leaning agains...

half drunk I left her place her warm blankets and I was hungover didn’t even know what town

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

There was death in that place on the hill. I knew it the first day I walked out the screen door and into the backyard. A zing– ing binging buzzing whining sound came right at me: 10,000...

knew you were a bad-ass,” he said. you sat in the back of Art class a… you never said anything. then I saw you in that brutal figh… with the guy with the dirty yellow

I keep thinking it will be outside now waiting for me blue front bumper twisted

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…