#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and nothing.
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
neither does this mean the dead are at the door begging bread before
once we were young at this machine. . . drinking
3 small boys run toward me blowing whistles and they scream you’re under arrest! you’re drunk!
I came out of the bar and checked the message board. The plane was on time. Katherine was in the air and moving towards me. I sat down and waited. Across from me was a well-groomed woma...
I even hear the mountains the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the water the fish cry
man, he said, sitting on the steps your car sure needs a wash and wax… I can do it for you for 5 bucks, I got the wax, I got the rags, I… I need.
I had been corresponding with a lady in San Francisco for several months. Her name was Liza Weston and she survived by giving dance lessons, including ballet, in her own studio. She was...
This babe in the grandstand with dyed red hair kept leaning her breasts against me and talking about Gardena poker parlors
you haven’t lived until you’ve been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb
ah, Merryman, fighter on the docks, killed a man while they were unloa… bananas. mean the man he killed
We drank all day and that night I tried again to make love to Mindy. I was astounded and dismayed to find she had a large pussy. An extra large pussy. I hadn’t noticed it the night befo...
I always wanted to ball Henry Miller, she said, but by the time I got there it was too late. damn it, I said, you girls
she writes: you’ll be moaning and groaning in your poems about how I fucked those 2 guys last week.