#AmericanWriters
sometimes you climb out of bed in… I’m not going to make it, but you… remembering all the times you’ve f… you walk to the bathroom, do your… in the mirror, oh my oh my oh my,…
“Chinaski, you got a following in Denver...” “yeah?” “yeah, I got a magazine and I wan… poems from you...”
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer.
the hearse comes through the room… the beheaded, the disappeared, the… mad. the flies are a glue of sticky pas… their wings will not
waiting for death like a cat that will jump on the bed I am so very sorry for
the illusion is that you are simpl… reading this poem. the reality is that this is more than a poem.
I can remember starving in a small room in a strange city shades pulled down, listening to classical music I was young I was so young it hur…
my father always said, “early to b… early to rise makes a man healthy,… and wise.” it was lights out at 8 p.m. in our… and we were up at dawn to the smel…
I can see myself now after all these suicide days and n… being wheeled out of one of those… (of course, this is only if I get… by a subnormal and bored nurse
I’ve come by, she says, to tell yo… that this is it. I’m not kidding,… over. this is it. I sit on the couch watching her ar… her long red hair before my bedroo…
she reads to me from the New York… which I don’t buy, don’t know how they get in here, but it’s something about the Mafia one of the heads of the Mafia
Van Gogh cut off his ear gave it to a prostitute who flung it away in extreme
this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with newspapers stuffed into
call it the greenhouse effect or w… but it just doesn’t rain like it u… I particularly remember the rains… depression era. there wasn’t any money but there w…
when you’re young a pair of female high-heeled shoes just sitting
