#AmericanWriters
he lives in a house with a swimmin… and says the job is killing him. he is 27. I am 44. I can’t seem t… get rid of
this one teaches that one lives with his mother and that one is supported by a red… with the brain of a gnat. this one takes speed and has been…
lonely as a dry and used orchard spread over the earth for use and surrender. shot down like an ex—pug selling dailies on the corner.
the dream of a man is a whore with a gold tooth and a garter belt, perfumed with false eyebrows
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus
as the poems go into the thousands… realize that you’ve created very little. it comes down to the rain, the sun… the traffic, the nights and the da…
yes, they begin out in a willow, I… the starch mountains begin out in… and keep right on going without re… pumas and nectarines somehow these mountains are like
Van Gogh cut off his ear gave it to a prostitute who flung it away in extreme
I can see myself now after all these suicide days and n… being wheeled out of one of those… (of course, this is only if I get… by a subnormal and bored nurse
they found him walking along the f… all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut off his sexual
once we were young at this machine. . . drinking
a symphony orchestra. there is a thunderstorm, they are playing a Wagner overture and the people leave their seats u… and run inside to the pavilion
the critics now have me drinking champagne and driving a BMW and also married to a socialite from
a woman, a tire that’s flat, a disease, a desire: fears in front of you, fears that hold so still
out of the arm of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on th… by a lady who smokes pot writes songs and stories
