naked along the side of the house,8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oilover my body, Jesus, have I cometo this?I once battled in dark alleys for alaugh.now I’m not laughing.I splash…

we have everything and we have nothingand some men do it in churchesand some men do it by tearing butterfliesin halfand some men do it in Palm Springslaying it into…

I read last Saturday in theredwoods outside of Santa Cruzand I was about 3/4’s finishedwhen I heard a long high screamand a quite attractive young girl came running toward melong…

drunk on the dark streets of some city,it’s night, you’re lost, where’s your room?you enter a bar to find yourself,order scotch and water.damned bar’s sloppy wet, it soakspart of one…

and the sun weilds mercybut like a jet torch carried to high,and the jets whip across its sightand rockets leap like toads,and the boys get out the mapsand pin-cuishon the…

the only things I remember aboutNew York Cityin the summerare the fire escapesand how the people goout on the fire escapesin the eveningwhen the sun is settingon the other sideof…

first time my father overheard me listening tothis bit of music he asked me,“what is it?”“it’s called Love For Three Oranges,”I informed him.“boy,” he said, “that’s getting itcheap.”he meant sex.listening…

often it is the onlythingbetween you andimpossibility.no drink,no woman’s love,no wealthcanmatch it. nothing can saveyouexceptwriting. it keeps the wallsfromfailing.the hordes fromclosing in. it blasts thedarkness. writing is theultimatepsychiatrist, the kindliestgod…

the other day we were in abookstore in the malland my woman said, “look, there’sBob!” “I don’t know him,” I said. “we had dinner with himnot too long ago,” she…

they found him walking along the freewayall red infronthe had taken a rusty tin canand cut off his sexualmachineryas if to say —see what you’ve done tome? you might as…