another bed another woman more curtains another bathroom another kitchen

my goldfish stares with watery eye… into the hemisphere of my sorrow; upon the thinnest of threads we hang together, hang hang hang

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

I’m soft. I dream too. I let myself dream. I dream of being famous. I dream of walking the streets of London and

he got knifed in broad daylight, c… holding his hands over his gut, dr… on the pavement. nobody waiting in line left their… he made it to the Mission doorway,…

dogs and angels are not very different. I often go to this place to eat about 2:30 in the afternoon

twitching in the sheets— to face the sunlight again, that’s clearly trouble. I like the city better when the

suppose like others have come through fire and sword, love gone wrong, head-on crashes, drunk at sea, and I have listened to the simple…

he was a good one say 18, 19, marine and every time woman came down the train aisle

Jr. high went by quickly enough. About the 8th grade, going into the 9th, I broke out with acne. Many of the guys had it but not like mine. Mine was really terrible. I was the worst cas...

I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot

great writer remains in bed shades down doesn’t want to see anyone doesn’t want to write anymore doesn’t want to try anymore;

The reading in Vancouver went through, $500 plus air fare and lodging. The sponsor, Bart Mcintosh, was nervous about crossing the border. I was to fly to Seattle, he’d meet me there and...

in San Francisco the landlady, 80… Victrola up the stairway and I pl… until they beat on the walls. there was a large bucket in the ce… filled with beer and winebottles;