#AmericanWriters
The track had moved down the coast a hundred miles or so. I kept paying the rent on my apartment in town, got in my car and drove down. Once or twice a week I would drive back to the ap...
The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry? it seems they want more, it seems almost as if they are angry
the ladies of summer will die like… and the lie the ladies of summer will love so long as the price is not forever
is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown
they don’t make it the beautiful die in flame— suicide pills, rat poison, rope, w… ever... they rip their arms off,
I had boils the size of tomatoes all over me they stuck a drill into me down at the county hospital, and
kool enough to die but not kill I take my doctor’s green pill drink tea as the sharks swim through vases o…
To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine— just a lightbulb
I stop my car at the signal I see her walking past the graveya… as she walks past the iron fence I can see through the iron fence and I see the headstones
Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the… Orthadox to the west. she is dark
Two mornings later, at 4 am, somebody beat on the door. I let Tammie in. She sat down and I opened a couple of beers. “I’ve got bad breath, I have these two bad teeth. You can’t kiss me...
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski?
half drunk I left her place her warm blankets and I was hungover didn’t even know what town
you gotta have wars suppose World War One was the bes… really, you know, both sides were… they really had something to fight… they really thought they had somet…
probably from the belly button or… bed, or maybe from the mouth of th… the car crash on the avenue that l… scattered on the grass. she comes from love gone wrong und…