#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I had been sleeping on a terrible mattress with the springs sticking into me for several years. That afternoon when I awakened I pulled the mattress off the bed, dragged it outside, and...
The toughest in the station. Apartment houses with boxes that had scrubbed-out names or no names at all, under tiny lightbulbs in dark halls. Old ladies standing in halls, up and down t...
nobody goes downtown anymore the plants and trees have been cut… Pershing Square the grass is brown and the street preachers are not a…
the droll noon where squadrons of worms creep up like stripteasers to be raped by blackbirds. I go outside
the telephone has not been kind of… of late there have been more and m… from people who want to come over… from people who are depressed from people who are lonely
schoolgirls in pantyhose sitting on bus stop benches looking tired at 13 with their raspberry lipstick. it’s hot in the sun
I know that some night in some bedroom soon my fingers will rift
at the window I watch a man with a power mower the sounds of his doing race like flies and bees
Jimmy Hatcher worked part time in a grocery store. While none of us could get jobs he could always get one. He had his little movie star face and his mother had a great body. With his f...
I don’t beat the walls with my fis… I just sit but it rushes in a tide of it. the woman in the court behind me h…
at the hospital that I have been going to the nurses seem overweight. they are bulky in their
we fought for 17 days inside that… thrusting and counter-thrusting but finally she got away and I walked outside and spit
shot off his left ear then his right, and then tore off his belt buckle with hot lead, and then
the centerfielder turns rushes back reaches up his glove and
to be writing poetry at the age of… like a schoolboy, surely, I must be crazy; racetracks and booze and arguments with the landlord;