are more beautiful than movie stars and they lounge on the lawn sunbathing

The phone rang the next morning. Lydia had gone back to her place. It was Bobby, the kid who lived in the next block and worked in the porno bookstore. “Mindy’s down here. She wants you...

they stop out front here looks as if the car is on fire the smoke blazes blue from the hoo… the motor sounds like cannon shots the car humps wildly

very tall girl lifts her nose at m… outside a supermarket as if I were a walking garbage can; and I had no desire for her, no more desire

Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the… Orthadox to the west. she is dark

wha’, what did you expect? a schoo… some more practical lover filling… I’m a fool and no gentleman: I wa… with Crane in pajamas, but suicide… there’s less and less to kill.

I went into the bends. I got drunker and stayed drunker than a shit skunk in Purgatory. I even had the butcher knife against my throat one night in the kitchen and then I thought, easy,...

what you see is what you see: madhouses are rarely on display. that we still walk about and scratch ourselves and light

Dee Dee had to pick up her son at the airport. He was coming home from England for his vacation. He was 17, she told me, and his father was an ex-concert pianist. But he’d fallen for sp...

feet of cheese coffeepot soul hands that hate poolsticks eyes like paperclips I prefer red wine

the canaries were there, and the l… and the old woman with warts; and I was there, a child and I touched the piano keys as they talked—

my first and only wife painted and she talked to me about it: it’s all so painful