#AmericanWriters
sitting on a 2nd-floor porch at 1:… while looking out over the city. could be worse. we needn’t accomplish great things…
I met an old drunk on the street one afternoon. I used to know him from the days with Betty when we made the rounds of the bars. He told me that he was now a postal clerk and that there...
the problem, of course, isn’t the… it’s the living parts which make up the Dem… the next person you pass on the st… multiply
the branches break, the birds fall… the whores stand straight, the bombs stack, evening, morning, night, peanutbutter,
escape from the black widow spider is a miracle as great as art. what a web she can weave slowly drawing you to her she’ll embrace you
I have just spent one—hour—and—a—h… handicapping tomorrow’s card. when am I going to get at the poem… well, they’ll just have to wait
Bobby and Valerie came by and I introduced everybody around. “Valerie and I are going to take a vacation and rent rooms by the seashore in Manhattan Beach,” said Bobby. “Why don’t you g...
there waas a rock-and-mud slide on the Pacific Coast Highway and… detour and they directed us up int… and traffic was slow and it was ho… we were lost.
this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias
there are these small cliffs above the sea and it is night, late night; I have been unable to sleep, and with my car above me
self-congratulatory nonsense as th… famous gather to applaud their see… greatness you wonder where
all the women all their kisses the different ways they love and talk and need. their ears they all have
I was coming off an affair that ha… frankly, I was sliding down into a… really feeling shitty and low when I lucked into this lady with… covered with a jeweled canopy
takes lot of desperation dissatisfaction and
once starving in Philadelphia I had a small room it was evening going into night and I stood at my window on the 3r…