#AmericanWriters
Beowulf may have killed Grendel a… Grendel’s mother but he couldn’t kill this one:
cigarettes wetted with beer from the night before you light one gag open the door for air
which reminds me I shacked with Jane for 7 years she was a drunk I loved her my parents hated her
The baby was crawling, discovering the world. Marina slept in bed with us at night. There was Marina, Fay, the cat and myself. The cat slept on the bed too. Look here, I thought, I have...
they don’t make it the beautiful die in flame— suicide pills, rat poison, rope, w… ever... they rip their arms off,
a poem is a city filled with stree… filled with saints, heroes, beggar… filled with banality and booze, filled with rain and thunder and p… drought, a poem is a city at war,
Long walks at night— that’s what good for the soul: peeking into windows watching tired housewives trying to fight off
listen, he said, you ever seen a b… bucket? no, I told him. well, what happens is that now and… will climb up on top of the others
Wednesday night found me at the airport waiting for Iris. I sat around and looked at the women. None of them—except for one or two—looked as good as Iris. There was something wrong with...
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.
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,
I tried it standing up this time. it doesn’t usually work. this time it seemed
man, he said, sitting on the steps your car sure needs a wash and wax… I can do it for you for 5 bucks, I got the wax, I got the rags, I… I need.
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
the girls were young and worked the streets but often couldn’t score, they