#AmericanWriters
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…
now the territory is taken, the sacrificial lambs have been sl… as history is scratched again on t… as the bankers scurry to survive, as the young girls paint their hun…
first they used to, he told me, gun and bomb the elephants, you could hear their screams over… but you flew high to bomb the peop… you never saw it,
I had been sleeping on a terrible mattress with the springs sticking into me for several years. That afternoon when I awakened I pulled the mattress off the bed, dragged it outside, and...
you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not
the Mexican dancer shook her fans… me and her ass at me, I didn’t ask her to and my woman got mad and ran out of th… it began raining and you could hea…
red face Texas and age he’s at an L.A. racetrack
luxury ocean liners crossing the water full of the indolent and rich passing from this place to that
I cross the room to the last wall the last window the last pink sun with its arms around the world
Meanwhile, there was still Joyce, and her geraniums, and a couple of million if I could hang on. Joyce and the flies and the geraniums. I worked the night shift, 12 hours, and she pawed...
went for a walk on Hollywood Boul… looked down and there was a large… walking beside me. his pace was exactly the same as m… we stopped at traffic signals toge…
this one always arrives at the wrong time a basically good sort I suppose an honest man
she writes continually like a long nozzle spraying the air,
I suppose it’s raining in some Sp… while I’m feeling bad like this; I’d like to think so now.
her shoes themselves would light my room like many candles. she walks like all things shining on glass,