#1973 #AmericanWriters #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
beheaded in the middle of the night scratching my sides I am covered with bites kick my white legs out of the shee…
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...
I’m out of matches. the springs in my couch are broken. they stole my footlocker. they stole my oil painting of
screen like a burglar to take your… the snake had crawled the hole, and she said, tell me about yourself.
you with long hair, legs crossed h… the bar, you like a butcher knife… as the nightingale sings elsewhere… mingles with the roach’s hiss. know you as
love, he said, gas kiss me off kiss my lips kiss my hair my fingers
Cleo’s going to make it now she’s got her shit together she split with Barney Barney wasn’t good for her she got a bigger apartment
re-reading some of Fante’s The Wine of Youth in bed this mid-afternoon my big cat
her shoes themselves would light my room like many candles. she walks like all things shining on glass,
the wind blows hard to night and it’s a cold wind and I think about the boys on the row. hope some of them have a bottle
you’ve got to fuck a great many wo… beautiful women and write a few decent love poems. and don’t worry about age and/or freshly-arrived talents.
saw him sitting in a lobby chair in the Patrick Hotel dreaming of flying fish and he said “hello friend you’re looking good.
I am hung by a nail the sun melts my heart I am cousin to the snake
is an orange animal with hand grenades fire power
drunk on the dark streets of some… it’s night, you’re lost, where’s y… room? you enter a bar to find yourself, order scotch and water.