#1973 #AmericanWriters #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
was on the train to Del Mar and I… to go to the bar car. I had a beer… back and sat down. pardon me,” said the lady next to… sitting in my husband’s seat.”
Just give me a little atomic bomb Not too mutch just a little Enough to kill a horse in the stre… But there aren’t any horses in the… Enough to knock the flowers from a…
I don’t beat the walls with my fis… I just sit but it rushes in a tide of it. the woman in the court behind me h…
her shoes themselves would light my room like many candles. she walks like all things shining on glass,
a girlfriend came in built me a bed scrubbed and waxed the kitchen flo… scrubbed the walls vacuumed
re-reading some of Fante’s The Wine of Youth in bed this mid-afternoon my big cat
I took Tanya to Santa Anita. The current sensation was a 16 year old jockey still riding with his 5 pound bug advantage. He was from the east and was riding at Santa Anita for the first...
sometimes you climb out of bed in… I’m not going to make it, but you… remembering all the times you’ve f… you walk to the bathroom, do your… in the mirror, oh my oh my oh my,…
often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink,
hey, said my friend, I want you to… Hangdog Harry, he reminds me of y… and I said, all right, and we went… this cheap hotel. old men sitting around watching
there are many single women in the… with one or two or three children and one wonders where the husbands have gone or where the lovers have gone
as the spirit wanes the form
We are like roses that have never… bloom when we should have bloomed… it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting
the rag. she sat there, glooming. I couldn’t do anything with her. it was raining. she got up and left.
One night my father took me on his milk route. There were no longer any horsedrawn wagons. The milk trucks now had engines. After loading up at the milk company we drove off on his rout...