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drinking German beer and trying to come up with the immortal poem at 5 p.m. in the afternoon. but, ah, I’ve told the
the cops want me to come down and… some guy who tried to rape me. I’ve lost the key to my car again;… the key to open the door but not t… to start it.
dogs and angels are not very different. I often go to this place to eat about 2:30 in the afternoon
I feel gypped by dunces as if reality were the property of little men with luck and a headstart, and I sit in the cold
she reads to me from the New York… which I don’t buy, don’t know how they get in here, but it’s something about the Mafia one of the heads of the Mafia
they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it all is.
Two mornings later, at 4 am, somebody beat on the door. I let Tammie in. She sat down and I opened a couple of beers. “I’ve got bad breath, I have these two bad teeth. You can’t kiss me...
in the earliest possible day in the blue-headed noon I will telegraph you a boney hand decorated with
big sloppy wounded dog hit by a car and walking toward the curbing making enormous sounds
in San Francisco the landlady, 80… Victrola up the stairway and I pl… until they beat on the walls. there was a large bucket in the ce… filled with beer and winebottles;
monkey feet small and blue walking toward you as the back of a building falls of… and an airplane chews the white sk…
I never wear dark shades but this red head went to get a prescription filled on Hollywood… and she kept haggling and working… me, snapping and snarling.
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…
the best often die by their own ha… just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody
Later in the hospital they were dabbing at my knees with pieces of cotton that had been soaked in something. It burned. My elbows burned too. The doctor was bending over me with a nurse...