#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
these things that we support most… have nothing to do with up, and we do with them out of boredom or fear or money or cracked intelligence;
a girlfriend came in built me a bed scrubbed and waxed the kitchen flo… scrubbed the walls vacuumed
There was death in that place on the hill. I knew it the first day I walked out the screen door and into the backyard. A zing– ing binging buzzing whining sound came right at me: 10,000...
But then it began raining again. The Stone had me out on a thing called Sunday Collection, and if you’re thinking of church, forget it. You picked up a truck at West Garage and a clipbo...
he sits all day at the bus stop at Sunset and Western his sleeping bag beside him. he’s dirty. nobody bothers him.
the blazing shark wants my balls as I walk through the meat section looking for salami and cheese purple housewives
luxury ocean liners crossing the water full of the indolent and rich passing from this place to that
since my last name was Fuch, he sa… believe the school yard was tough:… powder down my neck, threw gravel… with rubber bands in class, and ou… me names, well, one name mainly, o…
was much easier to be a genius in… only 3 or 4 literary magazines and… or 5 times you could end up in Ger… you could possibly meet Picasso fo… maybe only Miró.
over my radio now comes the sound of a truly mad org… can see some monk drunk in a cellar mind gone or found,
My mother went to her low-paying job each morning and my father, who didn’t have a job, left each morning too. Although most of the neighbors were unemployed he didn’t want them to thin...
Bobby and Valerie came by and I introduced everybody around. “Valerie and I are going to take a vacation and rent rooms by the seashore in Manhattan Beach,” said Bobby. “Why don’t you g...
red summers and black satin charcoal and blood ringing the sheets while snails are stepped on and moths go batty
half drunk I left her place her warm blankets and I was hungover didn’t even know what town
this guy he’s got a crazy eye and he’s brown a dark brown from the sun the Hollywood and Western sun