#AmericanWriters
here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in dra… here comes nothing to do all day l… here comes another night of no sle… here comes the phone wringing the…
it was on the 2nd floor on Coronad… I used to get drunk and throw the radio through the wi… while it was playing, and, of cour… it would break the glass in the wi…
the lady has me temporarily off th… and now the pecker stands up better. however, things change overnight— instead of listening to Shostakovi…
there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often
self-congratulatory nonsense as th… famous gather to applaud their see… greatness you wonder where
I can’t have it and you can’t have it and we won’t get it so don’t bet on it
of course, I may die in the next t… and I’m ready for that but what I’m really worried about… that my editor—publisher might ret… even though he is ten years younge…
naked along the side of the house, 8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oil over my body, Jesus, have I come to this? I once battled in dark alleys for…
—he’s a dandy —small moustache —usually sucking on a cigar he tends to lean into cars as he transacts business
the vultures at the zoo (all three of them) sit very quietly in their caged tree and below
during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores
dumb, Jesus Christ, some people are so dumb you can hear them splashing around
They don’t make it the beautiful die in flame— suicide pills, rat poison, rope wh… ever... they rip their arms off,
this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with newspapers stuffed into
they found him walking along the f… all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut off his sexual