we like to shower afterwards(I like the water hotter than she)and her face is always soft and peacefuland she’ll watch me firstspread the soap over my ballslift the ballssqueeze them,then…

you may not believe itbut there are peoplewho go through life withvery littlefriction ordistress.they dress well, eatwell, sleep well.they are contented withtheir familylife.they have moments ofgriefbut all in allthey are…

a single dogwalking alone on a hot sidewalk ofsummerappears to have the powerof ten thousand gods. why is this?

the best often die by their own handjust to get away,and those left behindcan never quite understandwhy anybodywould ever want toget awayfromthem

I don’t know how many bottles of beerI have consumed while waiting for thingsto get betterI dont know how much wine and whiskyand beermostly beerI have consumed aftersplits with women-waiting…

out of the arm of one loveand into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on the crossby a lady who smokes potwrites songs and storiesand is…

when Whitman wrote, “I sing the body electric” I know what hemeantI know what hewanted: to be completely alive every momentin spite of the inevitable. we can’t cheat death but…

don’t undress my loveyou might find a mannequin:don’t undress the mannequin you might findmy love. she’s long agoforgotten me. she’s trying on a newhat and looks more the coquettethan ever.…

To end up alonein a tomb of a roomwithout cigarettesor wine–just a lightbulband a potbelly,grayhaired,and glad to havethe room. …in the morningthey’re out theremaking money:judges, carpenters,plumbers, doctors,newsboys, policemen,barbers, carwashers,dentists, florists,waitresses,…

call it the greenhouse effect or whateverbut it just doesn’t rain like it used to.I particularly remember the rains of the depression era.there wasn’t any money but there wasplenty of…