red summers and black satin charcoal and blood ringing the sheets while snails are stepped on and moths go batty

I laugh sometimes when I think ab… say Céline at a typewriter or Dostoevsky... or Hamsun...

I have been hanging here headless for so long that the body has forgotten

Wednesday night found me at the airport waiting for Iris. I sat around and looked at the women. None of them—except for one or two—looked as good as Iris. There was something wrong with...

John F. Kennedy flower knocks upo… shot through the neck; the gladiolas gather by the dozens… India dripping into Ceylon;

kool enough to die but not kill I take my doctor’s green pill drink tea as the sharks swim through vases o…

It was about a week later around 7 a.m. I had lucked into another day off and after a double workout, I was up against Joyce’s ass, her asshole, sleeping, verily sleeping, and then the ...

she had huge thighs and a very good laugh she laughed at everything and the curtains were yellow and I finished

it’s the same as before or the other time or the time before that. here’s a cock and here’s a cunt

the house next door makes me sad. both man and wife rise early and go to work. they arrive home in early evening.

I am driving down Wilton Avenue when this girl of about 15 dressed in tight blue jeans that grip her behind like two hand… steps out in front of my car

crud, he said, hauling it out of the water, what is it? a Hollow-Back June Whale, I said… no, said a guy standing by us on t…

You had to fill out more papers to get out than to get in. The first page they gave you was a personalized mimeo affair from the postmaster of the city. It began: “I am sorry you are te...