#AmericanWriters
for five years I have been looking across the way at the side of a red apartment hou… there must be people in there even love in there
there’s a bluebird in my heart tha… wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I’m not goi… to let anybody see
the Mexican dancer shook her fans… me and her ass at me, I didn’t ask her to and my woman got mad and ran out of th… it began raining and you could hea…
Joyce found a job with the county, the county Police Department, of all things. I was living with a cop! But at least it was during the day, which gave me a little rest from those fondl...
it was Philly and the bartender sa… what and I said, gimme a draft, J… got to get the nerves straight, I’… going to look for a job. you, he s… a job?
what you see is what you see: madhouses are rarely on display. that we still walk about and scratch ourselves and light
live alone in a small room and read the newspapers and sleep alone in the dark dreaming of crowds.
she writes: you’ll be moaning and groaning in your poems about how I fucked those 2 guys last week.
yeah sure, I’ll be in unless I’m… don’t knock if the lights are out or you hear voices or then I might be reading Proust if someone slips Proust under my d…
like in a chair the color of the s… as you listen to lazy piano music and the aircraft overhead are not at war. where the last drink is as good as
I was a bum in San Francisco but… to go to a symphony concert along… and the music was good but somethi… audience was not and something about the orchestra
at the hospital that I have been going to the nurses seem overweight. they are bulky in their
the 3 horse clipped the heels of the 7, they both went down and the 9 stumbled over them, jocks rolling, horses’ legs flung skyward.
this is my piano. the phone rings and people ask, what are you doing? how about getting drunk with us? and I say,
“It’s the manager, Freddy. He has started whistling this song. He’s whistling it when I come in in the morning and he never stops, and he’s whistling it when I go home at night. It’s be...