naked along the side of the house, 8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oil over my body, Jesus, have I come to this? I once battled in dark alleys for…

In the betting line the other day man behind me asked, “are you Henry Chinaski?”

you may not believe it but there are people who go through life with very little friction or

good weather is like good women— it doesn’t always happen and when it does

I was a bum in San Francisco but… to go to a symphony concert along… and the music was good but somethi… audience was not and something about the orchestra

almost dawn blackbirds on the telephone wire waiting as I eat yesterday’s forgotten sandwich

To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine— just a lightbulb

my father always said, “early to b… early to rise makes a man healthy,… and wise.” it was lights out at 8 p.m. in our… and we were up at dawn to the smel…

the illusion is that you are simpl… reading this poem. the reality is that this is more than a poem.

your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank… be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere.

I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer.

Bach, I said, he had 20 children. he played the horses during the da… he f—ed at night and drank in the mornings. he wrote music in between.