for Steve Richmond
strange warmth, hot and cold femal… I make good love, but love isn’t j… sex. most females I’ve known are ambitious, and I like to lie aroun… on large comfortable pillows at 3…
you shoulda been at this party, I know you hate parties but you seem to be at most of them… anyhow, I took my girl, you know her—
the kid went back to New York Cit… he met in a kibbutz. he left his mother at the age of 32, a well-kept fellow, sense of h… wore the same pair of shorts
she was in her orange Volks waitin… as I walked up the street with 2 six packs and a pint of sco… and she jumped out and began grabbing the beerbottles…
each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire,
the motion of the human heart: strangled over Missouri; sheathed in hot wax in Boston; burned like a potato in Norfolk; lost in the Allegheny Mountains;
my moustache is pasted-on and my wig and my eyebrows and even my eyes... then something stuns me... the lampshades swing, I hear
I am hung by a nail the sun melts my heart I am cousin to the snake
old grey-haired waitresses in cafes at night have given it up, and as I walk down sidewalks of light and look into windows
at exactly 12:00 midnight 1973-74 Los Angeles it began to rain on the palm leaves outside my window