One night I was coming around the corner after sneaking down to the cafeteria for a pack of smokes. And there was a face I knew. It was Tom Moto! The guy I had subbed with under The Sto...

I met an old drunk on the street one afternoon. I used to know him from the days with Betty when we made the rounds of the bars. He told me that he was now a postal clerk and that there...

here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in dra… here comes nothing to do all day l… here comes another night of no sle… here comes the phone wringing the…

think of de vils in hell and stare at a beautiful vase of flowers as the woman in my bedroom

I suppose it’s raining in some Sp… while I’m feeling bad like this; I’d like to think so now.

The toughest in the station. Apartment houses with boxes that had scrubbed-out names or no names at all, under tiny lightbulbs in dark halls. Old ladies standing in halls, up and down t...

On Thursday night Bobby phoned again. “Hey, man, what are you doing?” “Oh, come on, man, I’ll just stay for a few beers. . . .” “You treat him mean. He gets lonely when his wife is at w...

I had boils the size of tomatoes all over me they stuck a drill into me down at the county hospital, and

the strong men the muscle men there they sit down at the beach cocoa tans

you with long hair, legs crossed h… the bar, you like a butcher knife… as the nightingale sings elsewhere… mingles with the roach’s hiss. know you as

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

rose red sunlight; take it apart in the garage like a puzzle: