#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
the soldiers march without guns the graves are empty peacocks glide in the rain down stairways march great men smi… there is food enough and rent enou…
I think of automobiles parked in a parking lot when I think of myself dead I think of frying pans when I think of myself dead
I know that some night in some bedroom soon my fingers will rift
Nothing matters but flopping on a mattress with cheap dreams and a beer as the leaves die and the horses d… and the landladies stare in the ha…
The funeral was to be at 10:30 a.m. but it was already hot. I had on a cheap black suit, bought and fitted in a rush. It was my first new suit in years. I had located the son. We drove ...
they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it all is.
he was easy, fat as a hummingbird and I had him blowing, I jabbed and crossed and took my t… everybody was waiting for the main… drinking beer, and I was thinking
My drinking slowed down the next week. I went to the racetrack to get fresh air and sunshine and plenty of walking. At night I drank, wondering why I was still alive, how the scheme wor...
the acute and terrible air hangs w… as summer birds mingle in the bran… and warble and mystify the clamor of the mind… an old parrot
the lair of the hunted is hidden in the last place you’d ever look and even if you find it you won’t believe
as the orchid dies and the grass goes insane, let’s have one for the los… met an old man and a tired whore
had lost the last race big somebody had stolen my coat could feel the flu coming on and my tires were low. I went in to get a
liked D . H. Lawrence he could get so indignant he snapped and he ripped with wonderfully energetic sentenc… he could lay the word down
After English class one day Mrs. Curtis asked me to stay. She had great legs and a lisp and there was something about the legs and the lisp together that heated me up. She was about 32,...
my grandmother had a serious gas problem. we only saw her on Sunday. she’d sit down to dinner and she’d have gas.