#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
at their best, there is gentleness… some understanding and, at times,… courage but all in all it is a mass, a glo… have too much.
you shoulda been at this party, I know you hate parties but you seem to be at most of them… anyhow, I took my girl, you know her—
“Get a seat for her, put her on the tab,” I told Marty. “All right. We’ll set her up. We’re S.R.O. We’ve had to turn away 150 and it’s 30 minutes before you go on.” “I want to introduce...
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
But there were some good moments. My sometime friend from the neighborhood, Gene, who was a year older than I, had a buddy, Harry Gibson, who had had one professional fight (he’d lost)....
we fought for 17 days inside that… thrusting and counter-thrusting but finally she got away and I walked outside and spit
dame some dogs who sleep at night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh
Markov claims I am trying to stab his soul but I’d prefer his wife. put my feet on the coffee table and he says,
my friend is worried about dying he lives in Frisco I live in L.A. he goes to the gym and works with the iron and hits
Meanwhile, there was still Joyce, and her geraniums, and a couple of million if I could hang on. Joyce and the flies and the geraniums. I worked the night shift, 12 hours, and she pawed...
There was a gang of us down there. 150 or 200. There were tedious papers to fill out. Then we all stood up and faced the flag. The guy who swore us in was the same guy who had sworn me ...
I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh,
I got up for a glass of water and as I walked into the kitchen I saw Picasso walk up to Joyce and lick her ankle. I was barefooted and she didn’t hear me. She had on high heels. She loo...
the soldiers march without guns the graves are empty peacocks glide in the rain down stairways march great men smi… there is food enough and rent enou…
when I was in grammar school my parents were poor and in my lunch bag there was only a peanut butter sandwich.