#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
ah, Merryman, fighter on the docks, killed a man while they were unloa… bananas. mean the man he killed
in the hospitals I’ve been in you see the crosses on the walls with the thin palm leaves behind t… yellowed and browned it is the signal to accept the ine…
sometimes I forget about him and h… innocence, almost idiotic, awkward… he liked walking over bridges and… to night I think about him, the wa… one felt space between his lines,…
She wasn’t really a cop, she was a clerk-cop. And she started coming in and telling me about a guy who wore a purple stick pin and was a “real gentleman.” “Well,” I’d ask, “how was old ...
she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite
they photograph you on your porch and on your couch and standing in the courtyard or leaning against your car these photographers
I met an old drunk on the street one afternoon. I used to know him from the days with Betty when we made the rounds of the bars. He told me that he was now a postal clerk and that there...
all the women all their kisses the different ways they love and talk and need. their ears they all have
we like to shower afterwards (I like the water hotter than she) and her face is always soft and pe… and she’ll wash me first spread the soap over my balls
I was shacked with a 24 year old girl from New York City for two weeks—about the time of the garbage
the lilies storm my brain by god by god like nazi storm troopers! do you think I’m going tizzy?
nobody goes downtown anymore the plants and trees have been cut… Pershing Square the grass is brown and the street preachers are not a…
naked in that bright light the four horse falls and throws a 112-pound boy into the hooves
Then I started attending Mt. Justin Jr. High. About half the guys from Delsey Grammar School went there, the biggest and toughest half. Another gang of giants came from other schools. O...
half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the