Unabridged

Henry out of bed early on  Sunday grazing about— the usual stuff— pancakes, coffee,  Mescal shots, and The Times literary secti...

Henry hadn’t sold a copy of “Mescaline Sombrero” On Amazon.  He felt successful in an anti-social way.  Henry  on an old bus la...

Two Centaurs doing Yoga in the Black Forest, flip-flapping, standing on their heads, causing the blood to flow from their f...

Lyrical, a smile on his face, the fat cat, doing whatever he was doing without a care, his soul semiopaque, no long hidden.    ...

Henry  could hardly recognize it,  wanting none of it, disjointed, spurious, a mensch and clown,  feeling fooled. ...

In The Beat Hotel— Colonel Bill and Alvah Goldsplat—  Flaming Blue Meringue pie washed down with decanters of Moroccan Coffee an...

Henry Lu a man of few thoughts, not caring much for the future or the past, all choked up and trying to say something.   ...

   There’s  rythmn n the air tonight ~   Henry Lee (Hooker) Lucowski, born  between a rock and a palm tree,...

Henry Lucowski on the outside floating through a red canyon out west somewhere, flying with glow-bugs and butterflies, conn...

When I was eighteen in 1969 the Army selected me to go by troop transport from Kansas City to Washington D.C. for a meeting of AUSA, th...

Henry the louse, a slab of dead meat eaten from the inside by maggots. A parasitical failure in life who never could hold down a jo...

                He was a young man who shouldn't have been normal... well? Well, in his late teens, he was not a big fello...

Life, Christ almighty, like Frank Sinatra singing "That's Life, sometimes you're up and sometimes your down." Je...

Henry lost in the Mohave at 10 am, a hand full of mescal buds, plenty of bottled water, a cell phone that worked to got get ...

Deep frying scorpion tales in sweet sauce, drinking tea on the porch, odd insects, new ones not disc...