Then there were only 6 or 7 of us.… “How you doing on your scheme, Ch… “No trouble at all,” I said. “O.… “Yes, Woodburn.” “Listen, I don’t like to be bothe…

“your poems about the girls will s… 50 years from now when the girls a… my editor phones me. dear editor: the girls appear to be gone

is an orange animal with hand grenades fire power

schoolgirls in pantyhose sitting on bus stop benches looking tired at 13 with their raspberry lipstick. it’s hot in the sun

I had to take a shit but instead I went into this shop to have a key made. the woman was dressed

more wasted days, gored days, evaporated days. more squandered days, days pissed away,

near the corner table in the cafe middle-aged couple sit. they have finished their

Lydia had two children; Tonto, a boy of 8, and Lisa, the little girl of 5 who had interrupted our first fuck. We were together at the table one night eating dinner. Things were going we...

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

Two nights later I went over to Tammie’s place on Rustic Court. I knocked. The lights weren’t on. It seemed empty. I looked in her mailbox. There were letters in there. I wrote a note, ...

I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this

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

16 and one-half inch neck 68 years old lifts weights body like a young