“your poems about the girls will s… 50 years from now when the girls a… my editor phones me. dear editor: the girls appear to be gone

here I’ll be 55 in a week. what will I write about

you know I sat on the same barstool in Phi… 5 years I drank canned heat and the cheape… I was beaten in alleys by well-fed…

luxury ocean liners crossing the water full of the indolent and rich passing from this place to that

Her father really hated me. He thought I was after his money. I didn’t want his god damned money. And I didn’t even want his god damned precious daughter. The only time I ever saw him w...

I remember the Model-T. Sitting high, the running boards seemed friendly, and on cold days, in the mornings, and often at other times, my father had to fit the hand-crank into the front...

he hooked to the body hard took it well and loved to fight had seven in a row and a small fle… over one eye,

we were in bed and she started to fight: “you son of a bitch! you just wait… I’ll get you!” I began laughing:

I didn’t have any friends at school, didn’t want any. I felt better being alone. I sat on a bench and watched the others play and they looked foolish to me. During lunch one day I was a...

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

it is like this when you slip down, done like a wound-up victrola (you remember those?) and you go downtown

there he is: not too many hangovers not too many fights with women not too many flat tires never a thought of suicide

the vultures at the zoo (all three of them) sit very quietly in their caged tree and below