#AmericanWriters
some dogs who sleep At night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh and best
when I look back now at the abuse I took from her I feel shame that I was so innocent,
the best often die by their own ha… just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody
It’s never quite right, he said, t… the way the music sounds, the way… written. It’s never quite right, he said, a… taught, all the loves we chase, al…
Born like this Into this As the chalk faces smile As Mrs. Death laughs As the elevators break
some people never go crazy. me, sometimes I’ll lie down behind… for 3 or 4 days. they’ll find me there. it’s Cherub, they’ll say, and
Long walks at night— that’s what good for the soul: peeking into windows watching tired housewives trying to fight off
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end o… of wine, I have typed from a dozen… poesy an old man maddened for the flesh of young gi…
when God created love he didn’t he… when God created dogs He didn’t h… when God created plants that was a… when God created hate we had a sta… when God created me He created me
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of sweat on the table
the critics now have me drinking champagne and driving a BMW and also married to a socialite from
it sits outside my window now like and old woman going to market… it sits and watches me, it sweats nevously through wire and fog and dog—bark
being the German kid in the 20’s i… was difficult. there was much anti-German feeling… a carry-over from World War 1. gangs of kids chased me through th…
when you’re young a pair of female high-heeled shoes just sitting
the mockingbird had been following… all summer mocking mocking mocking teasing and cocksure; the cat crawled under rockers on p…
