I’m out of matches. the springs in my couch are broken. they stole my footlocker. they stole my oil painting of

in grievous deity my cat walks around he walks around and around with electric tail and

my mother knocked on my rooming-ho… and came in looked in the dresser drawer: Henry you don’t have any clean stockings?

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...

you came out, she said, and then you kicked this guy’s car and then you threw yourself into a… you crushed the whole bush,

as the spirit wanes the form

Vallejo writing about loneliness while starving to death; Van Gogh’s ear rejected by a whore;

no one is sorry I am leaving, not even I; but there should be a minstrel or at least a glass of wine. bothers the young most, I think:

there waas a rock-and-mud slide on the Pacific Coast Highway and… detour and they directed us up int… and traffic was slow and it was ho… we were lost.

believe in earning one’s own way but I also believe in the unexpect… gift and it is a wondrous thing when a woman who has read your wor…

Abe Mortenson was had enough to be around but he was just a fool. You can forgive a fool because he only runs in one direction and doesn’t deceive anybody. It’s the deceivers who make y...

of late I’ve had this thought that this country has gone backwards or 5 de cades

long ago he edited a little magazi… was up in San Francisco during the beat era during the reading-poetry-with-jaz… and I remember him because he neve…