#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
she was in her orange Volks waitin… as I walked up the street with 2 six packs and a pint of sco… and she jumped out and began grabbing the beerbottles…
you sit on the couch with me tonight new woman. have you seen the
first they used to, he told me, gun and bomb the elephants, you could hear their screams over… but you flew high to bomb the peop… you never saw it,
At Mt. Justin, biology class was neat. We had Mr. Stanhope for our teacher. He was an old guy about 55 and we pretty much dominated him. Lilly Fischman was in the class and she was real...
we are gathered here now to bury her in this poem. she did not marry an unemployed wi… beat her every
sit on this bench and look at the sea and the freaks and the lovers. need new eyes a new mouth new pillows, a new woman.
I didn’t see Lydia for a couple of days, although I did manage to phone her 6 or 7 times during that period. Then the weekend arrived. Her ex-husband, Gerald, always took the children o...
Van Gogh cut off his ear gave it to a prostitute who flung it away in extreme
then there was the time in New Orleans I was living with a fat woman, Marie, in the French Quarter and I got very sick.
when Whitman wrote, “I sing the b… I know what he meant I know what he wanted:
Back in L.A., there was almost a week of peace. Then the phone rang. It was the owner of a Manhattan Beach nightclub, Marty Seavers. I had read there a couple of times before. The club ...
in San Francisco the landlady, 80… Victrola up the stairway and I pl… until they beat on the walls. there was a large bucket in the ce… filled with beer and winebottles;
I cut the middle fingernail of the… finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt
twitching in the sheets— to face the sunlight again, that’s clearly trouble. I like the city better when the
I don’t know how many bottles of b… I have consumed while waiting for… to get better. I don’t know how much wine and whi… and beer