#AmericanWriters
I went up to Tammie’s place with my cardboard cartons. First I got the items she mentioned. Then I found other things—other dresses and blouses, shoes, an iron, a hair dryer, Dancy’s cl...
in grievous deity my cat walks around he walks around and around with electric tail and
I cut the middle fingernail of the… finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt
Within a day or two, about 1 pm in the afternoon there was a knock at my door. It was a painter, Monty Riff, or so he informed me. He also told me that I used to get drunk with him when...
the hearse comes through the room… the beheaded, the disappeared, the… mad. the flies are a glue of sticky pas… their wings will not
sick with the flu drinking beer my radio on loud enough to overcome the sounds of the
each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire,
naked along the side of the house, 8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oil over my body, Jesus, have I come to this? I once battled in dark alleys for…
A month went by. R.A. Dwight, the editor of Dogbite Press wrote and asked me to do a foreword to Keesing’s Selected Poems. Keesing, with the help of his death, was at last going to get ...
she left me 5 weeks ago and went t… that is, I think she left. the other day I went out to mail h… and I saw her sitting on the bus s… it was her hair there
I’m big I suppose that’s why my women alwa… small but this 6 foot goddess who deals in real estate
I was always a natural slob I liked to lay upon the bed in undershirt (stained, of course) (and with cigarette holes)
“your poems about the girls will s… 50 years from now when the girls a… my editor phones me. dear editor: the girls appear to be gone
Born like this Into this As the chalk faces smile As Mrs. Death laughs As the elevators break
Lydia and I were always fighting. She was a flirt and it irritated me. When we ate out I was sure she was eyeballing some man across the room. When my male friends came by to visit and ...