#AmericanWriters
she came to my place drunk riding a deer up on the front porc… so many women want to save the wor… but can’t keep their own kitchens… but me...
a single dog walking alone on a hot sidewalk of summer appears to have the power of ten thousand gods.
I got lucky the next day. They called my name. It was a different doctor. I stripped down. He turned a hot white light on me and looked me over. I was sitting on the edge of the examina...
she pulled her dress off over her head and I saw the panties indented somewhat into the crotch.
we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…
the balance is preserved by the sn… the Santa Monica cliffs; the luck is in walking down Wester… and having the girls in a massage parlor holler at you, “Hello, Swe…
“I’ve made it,” she said, “I’ve c… through.” she had on new boots, pa… and a white sweater. “I know what… want now.” she was from Chicago an… had settled in L.A.’s Fairfax dis…
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...
now more and more all these people running around wearing the American Flag Shirt and it was more or less once assum… think but I’m not sure)
naked in that bright light the four horse falls and throws a 112-pound boy into the hooves
once starving in Philadelphia I had a small room it was evening going into night and I stood at my window on the 3r…
she writes continually like a long nozzle spraying the air,
I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot
half drunk I left her place her warm blankets and I was hungover didn’t even know what town
To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine— just a lightbulb