#1973 #AmericanWriters #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
I had boils the size of tomatoes all over me they stuck a drill into me down at the county hospital, and
they took my man off the street the other day he wore an L.A. Rams sweatshirt w… the sleeves cut off
I met her somehow through correspo… and she began sending me very sexy… and this being mixed in with a min… confused me somewhat and I got in… through the mountains and valleys…
this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias
I saw her when I was in the left… going east on Sunset. she was sitting with her legs crossed reading a paperback.
one of Lorca’s best lines is, “agony, always agony ...” think of this when you
with an Apple Macintosh you can’t run Radio Shack program… in its disc drive. nor can a Commodore 64 drive read a file
terrible arguments. and, at last, lying peacefully on her large bed which is spread in red with cool patterns o…
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...
the final curtain on one of the lo… musicals ever, some people claim t… seen it over one hundred times. I saw it on the tv news, that fina… flowers, cheers, tears, a thundero…
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.
I still get letters in the mail, m… men in tiny rooms with factory job… living with whores or no woman at… booze and madness. Most of their letters are on lined…
I have been hanging here headless for so long that the body has forgotten
Then some men came around and ripped out every other water– fountain. “Hey, look, what the hell are they doing?” I asked. I was in the 3rd class flat section. I walked over to another c...
he sits all day at the bus stop at Sunset and Western his sleeping bag beside him. he’s dirty. nobody bothers him.