we fought for 17 days inside that… thrusting and counter-thrusting but finally she got away and I walked outside and spit

is an orange animal with hand grenades fire power

I went with two ladies down to Venice to look for antique furniture. I parked in back of the store and went in with them.

all of a sudden I’m a painter. a girl from Galveston gives me $50 for a painting of a man holding a candycane while floating in a darkened sky.

once we were young at this machine. . . drinking

we take what we can see— the engines driving us mad, lovers finally hating; this fish in the market staring upward into our minds;

knew you were a bad-ass,” he said. you sat in the back of Art class a… you never said anything. then I saw you in that brutal figh… with the guy with the dirty yellow

red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”

think of de vils in hell and stare at a beautiful vase of flowers as the woman in my bedroom

I was hungover again, another heat spell was on—a week of 100 degree days. The drinking went on each night, and in the early mornings and days there was The Stone and the impossibility ...

I have just spent one—hour—and—a—h… handicapping tomorrow’s card. when am I going to get at the poem… well, they’ll just have to wait

the virus holds the concepts give way like rotten shoelaces toothache and bacon dance on the lawn

I was glad I had money in the Sav… Friday afternoon hungover I didn’t have a job I was glad I had money in the Sav… I didn’t know how to play a guitar

I would, of course, prefer to be w… instead of with a photograph of an… to the sound of the anvil chorus a… girls kicking high, showing everyt… but I might as well be dead right…

is a highrise apt. next door and he beats her at night and she… and I see her the next day standing in the driveway with curl… and she has her huge buttocks jamm…