#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
here they come these guys grey truck radio playing they are in a hurry
“your poems about the girls will s… 50 years from now when the girls a… my editor phones me. dear editor: the girls appear to be gone
she’s from Texas and weighs 103 pounds and stands before the mirror combing oceans of reddish hair
my father was a practical man. he had an idea. you see, my son, he said, I can pay for this house in my lif… then it’s mine.
Then some men came around and ripped out every other water– fountain. “Hey, look, what the hell are they doing?” I asked. I was in the 3rd class flat section. I walked over to another c...
the wind blows hard to night and it’s a cold wind and I think about the boys on the row. hope some of them have a bottle
he was a good one say 18, 19, marine and every time woman came down the train aisle
listening to Bruckner on the radio wondering why I’m not half mad over the latest breakup with my latest girlfriend wondering why I’m not driving the…
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer.
all right, while we are gently cel… and while crazy classical music le… my small radio, I light a fresh ci… and realize that I am still very m… the 21st century is almost upon me…
The funeral was to be at 10:30 a.m. but it was already hot. I had on a cheap black suit, bought and fitted in a rush. It was my first new suit in years. I had located the son. We drove ...
you consult psychiatrists and phil… when things aren’t going well and whores when they are. the whores are there for young boy… men; to the young boys they say,
the centerfielder turns rushes back reaches up his glove and
he used to sell papers in front: Get your winners! Get rich on a d… and about the 3rd or 4th race you’d see him rolling in on his ro… with roller skates underneath.
the Egyptians loved the cat were often entombed with it instead of with the women and never with the dog but now