The phone rang the next morning. Lydia had gone back to her place. It was Bobby, the kid who lived in the next block and worked in the porno bookstore. “Mindy’s down here. She wants you...

After nine or ten hours people began getting sleepy and falling into their cases, catching themselves just in time. We were working the zoned mail. If a letter read zone 28 you stuck it...

the problem, of course, isn’t the… it’s the living parts which make up the Dem… the next person you pass on the st… multiply

it beats love because there aren’t… wounds: in the morning she turns on the radio, Brahms or… or Stravinsky or Mozart. she boil… eggs counting the seconds out loud…

for five years I have been looking across the way at the side of a red apartment hou… there must be people in there even love in there

he carried a piece of carbon, a blade and a whip and at night he feared his head and covered it with blankets

The next day I sat in the hall in my green tin chair, waiting to be called. Across from me sat a man who had something wrong with his nose. It was very red and very raw and very fat and...

I got his ashes, she said, and I… out to sea and I scattered his ash… they didn’t even look like ashes and the urn was weighted with

I think of automobiles parked in a parking lot when I think of myself dead I think of frying pans when I think of myself dead

One morning a few days later I entered Lydia’s courtyard as she was walking in from the alley. She had been over to see her friend Tina who lived in an apartment house on the corner. Sh...

she writes: you’ll be moaning and groaning in your poems about how I fucked those 2 guys last week.

here I’ll be 55 in a week. what will I write about

at North Avenue 21 drunk tank you… there was always some guy who woul… way to the crapper and then you would curse him good,… he would know enough to either be…

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.