#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
the balance is preserved by the sn… the Santa Monica cliffs; the luck is in walking down Wester… and having the girls in a massage parlor holler at you, “Hello, Swe…
shot in the eye shot in the brain shot in the ass shot like a flower in the dance amazing how death wins hands down
red summers and black satin charcoal and blood ringing the sheets while snails are stepped on and moths go batty
After 3 years I made “regular.” That meant holiday pay (subs didn’t get paid for holidays) and a 40 hour week with 2 days off. The Stone was also forced to assign me as relief man to 5 ...
if you’re going to try, go all the way. otherwise, don’t even start. if you’re going to try, go all the way.
That night I took Tammie to the harness races. We went upstairs to the second deck and sat down. I brought her a program and she stared at it a while. (At the harness races, past perfor...
in the Valkerie Mountains among the strutting peacocks I found a flower as large as my head
for five years I have been looking across the way at the side of a red apartment hou… there must be people in there even love in there
there is always that space there just before they get to us that space that fine relaxer the breather
the centerfielder turns rushes back reaches up his glove and
he walks up to my Volks after I have parked and rocks it back and forth grinning around his
I have just spent one—hour—and—a—h… handicapping tomorrow’s card. when am I going to get at the poem… well, they’ll just have to wait
We got back to 1010. I had my check. I’d left word that we didn’t want to be disturbed. Tammie and I sat drinking. I’d read 5 or 6 love poems about her. “They knew who I was,” she said....
I think of automobiles parked in a parking lot when I think of myself dead I think of frying pans when I think of myself dead
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