#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
long ago he edited a little magazi… was up in San Francisco during the beat era during the reading-poetry-with-jaz… and I remember him because he neve…
here I am in the ground my mouth open and
the phone rang at 1:30 a.m. and it was a man from Denver: “Chinaski, you got a following in Denver...” “yeah?”
there is always that space there just before they get to us that space that fine relaxer the breather
the words have come and gone, I sit ill. the phone rings, the cats sleep. Linda vacuums. I am waiting to live,
sleepy now at 4 a.m. hear the siren of a white ambulance,
I forget the beginning time. 6 or 7 p.m. Something like that. All you did was sit with a handful of letters, take a streetmap and figure your run. It was easy. All the drivers took much...
don’t undress my love you might find a mannequin: don’t undress the mannequin you might find my love.
it is the man you’ve never seen wh… keeps you going, the one who might arrive someday. he isn’t out on the streets or
I cross the room to the last wall the last window the last pink sun with its arms around the world
your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank… be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere.
saw him sitting in a lobby chair in the Patrick Hotel dreaming of flying fish and he said “hello friend you’re looking good.
I had worked my charms on her for a couple of nights in a bar— not that we were new lovers, I had loved her for 16 months but she didn’t want to come to my…
in the earliest possible day in the blue-headed noon I will telegraph you a boney hand decorated with
Each night as I got ready to go on in, Joyce had my clothing laid out on the bed. Everything was the most expensive money could buy. I never wore the same pair of pants, the same shirt,...