#AmericanWriters
hooray say the roses, today is bla… and we are red as blood. hooray say the roses, today is Wed… and we bloom wher soldiers fell and lovers too,
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of sweat on the table
drunk on the dark streets of some… it’s night, you’re lost, where’s y… room? you enter a bar to find yourself, order scotch and water.
I was shacked with a 24 year old girl from New York City for two weeks—about the time of the garbage
They don’t make it the beautiful die in flame— suicide pills, rat poison, rope wh… ever... they rip their arms off,
often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink,
To give life you must take life, and as our grief falls flat and ho… upon the billion—blooded sea I pass upon serious inward—breakin… with white—legged, white—bellied r…
he spoke to mice and sparrows and his hair was white at the age… his father beat him every day and… lit candles in the church. his grandmother came while the boy…
I read that he lost a suitcase ful… train and that they never were rec… I can’t match the agony of this but the other night I wrote a 3—pa… upon this computer
this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias
lonely as a dry and used orchard spread over the earth for use and surrender. shot down like an ex—pug selling dailies on the corner.
sway with me, everything sad— madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to figure
a symphony orchestra. there is a thunderstorm, they are playing a Wagner overture and the people leave their seats u… and run inside to the pavilion
Go to Tibet. Ride a camel. Read the Bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a Beard.
I was always a natural slob I liked to lay upon the bed in undershirt (stained, of course) (and with cigarette holes)