#AmericanWriters
30 dogs, 20 men on 20 horses and o… and look here, they write, you are a dupe for the state, the… you are in the ego-dream, read your history, study the monet…
we like to shower afterwards (I like the water hotter than she) and her face is always soft and pe… and she’ll wash me first spread the soap over my balls
being the German kid in the 20’s i… was difficult. there was much anti-German feeling… a carry-over from World War 1. gangs of kids chased me through th…
is a highrise apt. next door and he beats her at night and she… and I see her the next day standing in the driveway with curl… and she has her huge buttocks jamm…
I went to this place to see a movi… on tv Alexander the Great, and here come the armies ta ta ta
16 years old during the depression I’d come home drunk and all my clothing— shorts, shirts, stockings—
I’m not going to die easy; I’ve sat on your suicide beds in some of the worst holes in America,
yeah sure, I’ll be in unless I’m… don’t knock if the lights are out or you hear voices or then I might be reading Proust if someone slips Proust under my d…
is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown
he’s 17 . mother, he said, how do I crack an egg? all right, she said to me, you don… sit there looking like that.
never even in calmer times have I ever dreamed of bicycling through that
I had boils the size of tomatoes all over me they stuck a drill into me down at the county hospital, and
it sits outside my window now like and old woman going to market… it sits and watches me, it sweats nevously through wire and fog and dog—bark
it is like this when you slip down, done like a wound-up victrola (you remember those?) and you go downtown
Two nights later I went over to Tammie’s place on Rustic Court. I knocked. The lights weren’t on. It seemed empty. I looked in her mailbox. There were letters in there. I wrote a note, ...