#AmericanWriters
terrible arguments. and, at last, lying peacefully on her large bed which is spread in red with cool patterns o…
she wrote me a letter from a small room near the Seine. she said she was going to dancing class, she got up, she said at 5 o’clock in the morning
I have just spent one—hour—and—a—h… handicapping tomorrow’s card. when am I going to get at the poem… well, they’ll just have to wait
she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists
first of all, I had a hard time, a… locating the parking lot for the b… wasn’t off the main boulevard wher… the cars all driven by merciless k… were doing 55 mph in a 25 mph zone…
of late I’ve had this thought that this country has gone backwards or 5 de cades
drunk and writing poems at 3 a.m. what counts now is one more tight
she’s up seeing my doctor trying to get some diet pills; she’s not fat, she needs the speed… I go down to the nearest bar and w… at 3:30 in the afternoon of a tues…
64 days and nights in that place, chemotherapy, antibiotics, blood running into the catheter. leukemia.
dying for a beer dying for and of life on a windy afternoon in Hollywood listening to symphony music from m… on the floor.
he buys 5 cars a month, details th… them out, then resells them at a profit of one or… he has a nice Jewish wife and he t… bangs her until the walls shake.
I been readin’ you for a long time… I just put Billy Boy to bed, he got 7 mean ticks from somewhere… I got 2, my husband, Benny, he got 3.
more wasted days, gored days, evaporated days. more squandered days, days pissed away,
this guy he’s got a crazy eye and he’s brown a dark brown from the sun the Hollywood and Western sun
she undressed in front of me keeping her pussy to the front while I lay in bed with a bottle o… beer. where’d you get that wart on