#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
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 suppose like any other boy I had one best friend in the neigh… his name was Eugene and he was big… than I was and one year older. Eugene used to whip me pretty good…
as the orchid dies and the grass goes insane, let’s have one for the los… met an old man and a tired whore
A sound awakened me. It was not quite daylight. Cecelia was moving around getting dressed. I looked at my watch. “I want to watch the sun come up. I love sunrises!” “I haven’t been able...
they took my man off the street the other day he wore an L.A. Rams sweatshirt w… the sleeves cut off
he walks up to my Volks after I have parked and rocks it back and forth grinning around his
lonely as a dry and used orchard spread over the earth for use and surrender. shot down like an ex—pug selling dailies on the corner.
I didn’t know exactly why but Chuck, Eddie, Gene and Frank let me join them in some of their games. I think it started when another guy showed up and they needed three on a side. I stil...
a single dog walking alone on a hot sidewalk of summer appears to have the power of ten thousand gods.
think of de vils in hell and stare at a beautiful vase of flowers as the woman in my bedroom
awaken at 11:30 a.m. get into my chinos and a clean gre… open a Miller’s, and nothing in the mailbox but the Berkeley Tribe
my first and only wife painted and she talked to me about it: it’s all so painful
16 years old during the depression I’d come home drunk and all my clothing— shorts, shirts, stockings—
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.
I am hung by a nail the sun melts my heart I am cousin to the snake