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

sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;

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

listening to Wagner as outside in the dark the wind bl… trees wave and shake lights go off and on the walls creak and the… bed...

one of the terrible things is really being in bed night after night with a woman you no longer

I had worked my charms on her for a couple of nights in a bar— not that we were new lovers, I had loved her for 16 months but she didn’t want to come to my…

murder the roaches spit out paper clips and the helicopter circles and cir… smelling for blood

The funeral was to be at 10:30 a.m. but it was already hot. I had on a cheap black suit, bought and fitted in a rush. It was my first new suit in years. I had located the son. We drove ...

it’s the same as before or the other time or the time before that. here’s a cock and here’s a cunt

Wednesday night found me at the airport waiting for Iris. I sat around and looked at the women. None of them—except for one or two—looked as good as Iris. There was something wrong with...

at the window I watch a man with a power mower the sounds of his doing race like flies and bees

at one stage in my life I met a man who claimed to have visited Pound at St. Elizabeths. then I met a woman who not only claimed to have visited

there are beasts in the salt shake… and airdromes in the coffeepot. my mother’s hand is in the bag dra… and from the backs of spoons come the cries of tiny tortured animals…

my grandfather was a tall German with a strange smell on his breath… he stood very straight in front of his small house and his wife hated him