#AmericanWriters
sway with me, everything sad— madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to figure
a girlfriend came in built me a bed scrubbed and waxed the kitchen flo… scrubbed the walls vacuumed
some dogs who sleep At night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh and best
We are like roses that have never… bloom when we should have bloomed… it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting
the wind blows hard tonight and it’s a cold wind and I think about the boys on the row. I hope some of them have a bottle…
they called Céline a Nazi they called Pound a fascist they called Hamsun a Nazi and a f… they put Dostoevsky in front of a… squad
I was shacked with a 24 year old girl from New York City for two weeks—about the time of the garbage
you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not
she died of alcoholism wrapped in a blanket on a deck chair on an ocean steamer.
the mockingbird had been following… all summer mocking mocking mocking teasing and cocksure; the cat crawled under rockers on p…
I was fairly drunk when it began and I took out my bottle and… along the way. I was reading a wee… Kandel and I did not look quite a… pretty but
often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink,
the goldfish sing all night with g… and the whores go down with the st… the whores go down with the stars I’m sorry, sir, we close at 4:30, besides yr mother’s neck is dirty,
death wants more death, and its we… I remember my father’s garage, how… I would brush the corpses of flies from the windows they thought were… their sticky, ugly, vibrant bodies
Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the… Orthadox to the west. she is dark