#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
this one teaches that one lives with his mother and that one is supported by a red… with the brain of a gnat. this one takes speed and has been…
the cockroach crouched against the tile while I was pissing and as I turned my head he hauled his butt
We got back to 1010. I had my check. I’d left word that we didn’t want to be disturbed. Tammie and I sat drinking. I’d read 5 or 6 love poems about her. “They knew who I was,” she said....
half drunk I left her place her warm blankets and I was hungover didn’t even know what town
I took the envelope home to my mother and handed it to her and walked into the bedroom. My bedroom. The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even ...
she left me 5 weeks ago and went t… that is, I think she left. the other day I went out to mail h… and I saw her sitting on the bus s… it was her hair there
and so we suck on a cigar and a beer attempting to mend the love
I stayed five days and nights. Then I couldn’t get it up any more. Joanna drove me to the airport. She had bought me a new piece of luggage and some new clothing. I hated that Dallas-Fo...
too much too little too fat too thin or nobody.
my daughter is most glorious. we are eating a takeout snack in my car in Santa Monica.
dying for a beer dying for and of life on a windy afternoon in Hollywood listening to symphony music from m… on the floor.
I’m not going to die easy; I’ve sat on your suicide beds in some of the worst holes in America,
this is important enough: to get your feelings down, it is better than shaving or cooking beans with garlic. it is the little we can do
after the slaughter house there was a bar around the corner and I sat in there and watched the sun go down through the window,
But there were some good moments. My sometime friend from the neighborhood, Gene, who was a year older than I, had a buddy, Harry Gibson, who had had one professional fight (he’d lost)....