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

I suppose it’s raining in some Sp… while I’m feeling bad like this; I’d like to think so now.

at exactly 12:00 midnight 1973-74 Los Angeles it began to rain on the palm leaves outside my window

I was sitting with an anarchist from Beverly Hills, Ben Solvnag, who was writing my biography when I heard her footsteps on the court walk. I knew the sound—they were always fast and fr...

re-reading some of Fante’s The Wine of Youth in bed this mid-afternoon my big cat

he sits all day at the bus stop at Sunset and Western his sleeping bag beside him. he’s dirty. nobody bothers him.

One day I was at the bar between races and I saw this woman. God or somebody keeps creating women and tossing them out on the streets, and this one’s ass is too big and that one’s tits ...

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...

yeah sure, I’ll be in unless I’m… don’t knock if the lights are out or you hear voices or then I might be reading Proust if someone slips Proust under my d…

vain vanilla ladies strutting while van Gogh did it to himself. girls pulling on silk hose

cleaned my place the other day first time in ten years and found 100 rejected poems: fastened them all to a clipboard much bad reading.

I never wear dark shades but this red head went to get a prescription filled on Hollywood… and she kept haggling and working… me, snapping and snarling.

monkey feet small and blue walking toward you as the back of a building falls of… and an airplane chews the white sk…