I had been sleeping on a terrible mattress with the springs sticking into me for several years. That afternoon when I awakened I pulled the mattress off the bed, dragged it outside, and...

strange warmth, hot and cold femal… I make good love, but love isn’t j… sex. most females I’ve known are ambitious, and I like to lie aroun… on large comfortable pillows at 3…

I don’t know how many bottles of b… I have consumed while waiting for… to get better. I don’t know how much wine and whi… and beer

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

of late I’ve had this thought that this country has gone backwards or 5 de cades

am sitting on a tin chair outside… death, on stinking wings, wafts th… halls forevermore. remember the hospital stenches fro… was a boy and when I was a man and…

it is the man you’ve never seen wh… keeps you going, the one who might arrive someday. he isn’t out on the streets or

he’s 17 . mother, he said, how do I crack an egg? all right, she said to me, you don… sit there looking like that.

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

I had begun to dislike my father. He was always angry about something. Wherever we went he got into arguments with people. But he didn’t appear to frighten most people; they often just ...

is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown

A day or so later I got a poem in the mail from Lydia. It was a long poem and it began: Come out, old troll, Come out of your dark hole, old troll, Come out into the sunlight with us an...