#1973 #AmericanWriters #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
takes lot of desperation dissatisfaction and
The phone rang the next morning. Lydia had gone back to her place. It was Bobby, the kid who lived in the next block and worked in the porno bookstore. “Mindy’s down here. She wants you...
it is the man you’ve never seen wh… keeps you going, the one who might arrive someday. he isn’t out on the streets or
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of sweat on the table
the cops want me to come down and… some guy who tried to rape me. I’ve lost the key to my car again;… the key to open the door but not t… to start it.
the ladies of summer will die like… and the lie the ladies of summer will love so long as the price is not forever
they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in midnight age
your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank… be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere.
she’s from Texas and weighs 103 pounds and stands before the mirror combing oceans of reddish hair
more wasted days, gored days, evaporated days. more squandered days, days pissed away,
in grievous deity my cat walks around he walks around and around with electric tail and
A couple of nights later Becker walked in. I guess my parents gave him my address or he located me through the college. I had my name and address listed with the employment division at ...
You had to fill out more papers to get out than to get in. The first page they gave you was a personalized mimeo affair from the postmaster of the city. It began: “I am sorry you are te...
it is not very good to not get through whether it’s the wall the human mind
over my radio now comes the sound of a truly mad org… can see some monk drunk in a cellar mind gone or found,