#Americans #XXCentury
the night I was going to die I was sweating on the bed and I could hear the crickets and there was a cat fight outside and I could feel my soul dropping…
the bulls are grand as the side of… and although they kill them for th… it is the bull that burns the fire… and although there are cowardly bu… there are cowardly matadors and co…
I was back in L.A. about a week and a half. It was night. The phone rang. It was Cecelia, she was sobbing. “Hank, Bill is dead. You’re the first one I’ve called.” “I’m so glad you came ...
I mean, I just slept I awoke with a fly on my elbow and I named the fly Benny then I killed him and then I got up and looked in th…
she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankl… and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists my god,
Again I was on a new route. The Stone always put me on hard routes, but now and then, due to the circumstances of things, he was forced to place me on one less murderous. Route 511 was ...
out of the arms of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on th… by a lady who smokes pot writes songs and stories,
kool enough to die but not kill I take my doctor’s green pill drink tea as the sharks swim through vases o…
her shoes themselves would light my room like many candles. she walks like all things shining on glass,
I was standing in line at the bank… when the old fellow in front of me dropped his glasses (luckily, with… case) and as he bent over
there’s Barry in his ripped walkin… he’s on Thorazine is 24 looks 38 lives with his mother in the same
“Be quiet. Don’t wake Dancy. She’s my daughter. She’s 6 years I had a 6-pack of beer. Tammie put it in the refrigerator and came out with two bottles. “My daughter mustn’t see anything....
The first thing I remember is being under something. It was a table, I saw a table leg, I saw the legs of the people, and a portion of the tablecloth hanging down. It was dark under the...
oh, how worried they are about my soul! I get letters the phone rings... “are you going to be all right?”
she writes: you’ll be moaning and groaning in your poems about how I fucked those 2 guys last week.