no way back to Barcelona. the green soldiers have invaded th… madmen rule Spain and during a heat wave in 1952 I b… no way back to the Rock of Gibral…

now the territory is taken, the sacrificial lambs have been sl… as history is scratched again on t… as the bankers scurry to survive, as the young girls paint their hun…

old grey-haired waitresses in cafes at night have given it up, and as I walk down sidewalks of light and look into windows

“You ought to try to be like Abe Mortenson,” said my mother, “he gets straight A’s. Why can’t you ever get any A’s?” “Henry is dead on his ass,” said my father. “Sometimes I can’t belie...

to be writing poetry at the age of… like a schoolboy, surely, I must be crazy; racetracks and booze and arguments with the landlord;

he has on blue jeans and tennis sh… and walks with two young girls about his age. every now and then he leaps into the air and

I walked into the counselor’s office. It was Eddie Beaver sitting behind the desk. The clerks called him “Skinny Beaver.” He had a pointed head, pointed nose, pointed chin. He was all p...

the waste of words continues with a stunning persistence as the waiter runs by carrying the… tray

But there were some good moments. My sometime friend from the neighborhood, Gene, who was a year older than I, had a buddy, Harry Gibson, who had had one professional fight (he’d lost)....

In the morning I heard her walkin… It was about 10:30 a.m. I was sic… She shook me. “Listen, I want you… “So what? I’ll screw her too.” “Yeah,” she laughed, “yeah.”

half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the

as the orchid dies and the grass goes insane, let’s have one for the los… met an old man and a tired whore

Beowulf may have killed Grendel a… Grendel’s mother but he couldn’t kill this one:

think of the beds used again and again to fuck in to die in. in this land