#AmericanWriters
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…
little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won’t flinch and
I am in this low—slung sports car painted a deep, rich yellow driving under an Italian sun. I have a British accent. I’m wearing dark shades
self-congratulatory nonsense as th… famous gather to applaud their see… greatness you wonder where
I reached up into the top of the c… and took out a pair of blue pantie… and showed them to her and asked “are these yours?”
this one teaches that one lives with his mother and that one is supported by a red… with the brain of a gnat. this one takes speed and has been…
at their best, there is gentleness… some understanding and, at times,… courage but all in all it is a mass, a glo… have too much.
Go to Tibet. Ride a camel. Read the Bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a Beard.
they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in midnight age
with an Apple Macintosh you can’t run Radio Shack program… in its disc drive. nor can a Commodore 64 drive read a file
“Chinaski, you got a following in Denver...” “yeah?” “yeah, I got a magazine and I wan… poems from you...”
she reads to me from the New York… which I don’t buy, don’t know how they get in here, but it’s something about the Mafia one of the heads of the Mafia
too much too little too fat too thin or nobody. laughter or
the words have come and gone, I sit ill. the phone rings, the cats sleep. Linda vacuums. I am waiting to live,
We are like roses that have never… bloom when we should have bloomed… it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting