We got back to 1010. I had my check. I’d left word that we didn’t want to be disturbed. Tammie and I sat drinking. I’d read 5 or 6 love poems about her. “They knew who I was,” she said....

the droll noon where squadrons of worms creep up like stripteasers to be raped by blackbirds. I go outside

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

the branches break, the birds fall… the whores stand straight, the bombs stack, evening, morning, night, peanutbutter,

I had to take a shit but instead I went into this shop to have a key made. the woman was dressed

what you see is what you see: madhouses are rarely on display. that we still walk about and scratch ourselves and light

the old L.A. Public Library burn… down that library downtown and with it went large part of my

saw him sitting in a lobby chair in the Patrick Hotel dreaming of flying fish and he said “hello friend you’re looking good.

turmoil is the god madness is the god permanent living peace is permanent living death. agony can kill

another bed another woman more curtains another bathroom another kitchen

she wrote me a letter from a small room near the Seine. she said she was going to dancing class, she got up, she said at 5 o’clock in the morning

The first three or four days at Mears-Starbuck were identical. In fact, similarity was a very dependable thing at Mears-Starbuck. The caste system was an accepted fact. There wasn’t a s...