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…

when I look back now at the abuse I took from her I feel shame that I was so innocent,

all of a sudden I’m a painter. a girl from Galveston gives me $50 for a painting of a man holding a candycane while floating in a darkened sky.

there are many single women in the… with one or two or three children and one wonders where the husbands have gone or where the lovers have gone

I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this

it was up in San Francisco after my poetry reading. it had been a nice crowd I had gotten my money I had this place upstairs

the ladies of summer will die like… and the lie the ladies of summer will love so long as the price is not forever

she bent over the side of the bed and opened the portfolio along the side of the wall. we were drinking. she said, “you promised me these

Lydia met me at the airport. She was horny as usual. “Jesus Christ,” she said. “I’m hot! I play with myself but it doesn’t do any good.” “Lydia, my leg is still in terrible shape. I jus...

wha’, what did you expect? a schoo… some more practical lover filling… I’m a fool and no gentleman: I wa… with Crane in pajamas, but suicide… there’s less and less to kill.

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…

when I was in grammar school my parents were poor and in my lunch bag there was only a peanut butter sandwich.

The next thing I knew, I had a young girl from Texas on my lap. I won’t go into details of how I met her. Anyway, there it was. She was 23. I was 36. She had long blonde hair and was go...