there is always one woman to save you from another and as that woman saves you she makes ready to destroy

and our few good times will be rare because we have the critical sense and are not easy to fool with laughter

It’s so easy to be easy—if you let it.

love iz a big fat turkey and every day iz thanksgiving

There's a small balcony here, the door is open and I can see the lights of the cars on the Harbor Freeway south, they never stop, that roll of lights, on and on. All those people. What are they doing? What are they thinking? We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't.

i was born to hustle roses down the avenue of the dead.

Christmas poem to a man in jail hello Bill Abbott: I appreciate your passing around my books in jail there, my poems and stories. if I can lighten the load for some of those guys with my books, fine. but literature, you know, is difficult for the average man to assimilate (and for the unaverage man too); I don't like most poetry, for example, so I write mine the way I like to read it.