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drinking German beer and trying to come up with the immortal poem at 5 p.m. in the afternoon. but, ah, I’ve told the
the words have come and gone, I sit ill. the phone rings, the cats sleep. Linda vacuums. I am waiting to live,
welcome to my wormy hell. the music grinds off-key. fish eyes watch from the wall. this is where the last happy shot… fired.
I had boils the size of tomatoes all over me they stuck a drill into me down at the county hospital, and
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…
the dream of a man is a whore with a gold tooth and a garter belt, perfumed with false eyebrows
Julio came by with his guitar and… latest song. Julio was famous, he wrote songs a… published books of little drawings… poems.
I was casing next to G.G. early one morning. That’s what they called him: G.G. His actual name was George Greene. But for years he was simply called G.G. and after a while he looked lik...
After English class one day Mrs. Curtis asked me to stay. She had great legs and a lisp and there was something about the legs and the lisp together that heated me up. She was about 32,...
they took my man off the street the other day he wore an L.A. Rams sweatshirt w… the sleeves cut off
We got back to 1010. I had my check. I’d left word that we didn’t want to be disturbed. Tammie and I sat drinking. I’d read 5 or 6 love poems about her. “They knew who I was,” she said....
I keep thinking it will be outside now waiting for me blue front bumper twisted
he was just a cat cross-eyed, dirty white with pale blue eyes
the lilies storm my brain by god by god like nazi storm troopers! do you think I’m going tizzy?
The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry? it seems they want more, it seems almost as if they are angry