#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
the words have come and gone, I sit ill. the phone rings, the cats sleep. Linda vacuums. I am waiting to live,
you with long hair, legs crossed h… the bar, you like a butcher knife… as the nightingale sings elsewhere… mingles with the roach’s hiss. know you as
you consult psychiatrists and phil… when things aren’t going well and whores when they are. the whores are there for young boy… men; to the young boys they say,
it’s unfortunate, and simply not the style, but I don’t care: girls remind me of hair in the sink, girls remind me of intestines and bladders and excretory movements; it’s unfortunate a...
dumb, Jesus Christ, some people are so dumb you can hear them splashing around
never even in calmer times have I ever dreamed of bicycling through that
Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.
On the elevator up, I was the only white man there. It seemed strange. They talked about the riots, not looking at me. “Jesus,” said a coal black guy, "it’s really something. These guys...
another bed another woman more curtains another bathroom another kitchen
naked in that bright light the four horse falls and throws a 112-pound boy into the hooves
We continued drinking. Cecelia had just one more and stopped. “I want to go out and look at the moon and stars,” she said. “It’s so beautiful out!” She went outside by the swimming pool...
16 years old during the depression I’d come home drunk and all my clothing— shorts, shirts, stockings—
the night I was going to die I was sweating on the bed and I could hear the crickets and there was a cat fight outside and I could feel my soul dropping…
the higher you climb the greater the pressure. those who manage to endure learn
hooray say the roses, today is bla… and we are red as blood. hooray say the roses, today is Wed… and we bloom wher soldiers fell and lovers too,