#AmericanWriters
it is justified all dying is justified all killing all death all passing, nothing is in vain
like the fox run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth
murder the roaches spit out paper clips and the helicopter circles and cir… smelling for blood
I’m out of matches. the springs in my couch are broken. they stole my footlocker. they stole my oil painting of
wha’, what did you expect? a schoo… some more practical lover filling… I’m a fool and no gentleman: I wa… with Crane in pajamas, but suicide… there’s less and less to kill.
this woman keeps phoning me even though I tell her I am livin… I love. I keep hearing noises in the envir… she phones,
when Whitman wrote, “I sing the b… I know what he meant I know what he wanted:
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…
never even in calmer times have I ever dreamed of bicycling through that
you came out, she said, and then you kicked this guy’s car and then you threw yourself into a… you crushed the whole bush,
is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown
“Get a seat for her, put her on the tab,” I told Marty. “All right. We’ll set her up. We’re S.R.O. We’ve had to turn away 150 and it’s 30 minutes before you go on.” “I want to introduce...
Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?
the telephone has not been kind of… of late there have been more and m… from people who want to come over… from people who are depressed from people who are lonely
Jr. high went by quickly enough. About the 8th grade, going into the 9th, I broke out with acne. Many of the guys had it but not like mine. Mine was really terrible. I was the worst cas...