beasts bounding through time.
my non-ambitious ambition.
that's why funerals are so sad.
well, that's just the way it is.
my friend, the parking lot attendant.
my first affair with that older woman.
p.o. box 11946, Fresno, Calif. 93776.
for my ivy league friends:
bad times at the 3rd and Vermont hotel.
friends within the darkness.
death sat on my knee and cracked with laughter.
I thought the stuff tasted worse than usual.
relentless as the tarantula.
it's funny, isn't it? #1.
it's funny, isn't it? #2.
about the PEN conference.
everybody talks too much.
cat is a cat is a cat is a cat.
marching through Georgia.
those girls we followed home.
from an old dog in his cups ...
death of a splendid neighborhood.
you get so alone at times that it just makes sense.
someday I'm going to write a primer for crippled saints but meanwhile.
our laughter is muted by their agony.
