#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
The next day we picked up some of her stuff at this motel. There was a little dark guy in there with a wart on the side of his nose. He looked dangerous. Hector was sitting on the edge ...
I even hear the mountains the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the water the fish cry
he buys 5 cars a month, details th… them out, then resells them at a profit of one or… he has a nice Jewish wife and he t… bangs her until the walls shake.
maybe I’ll win the Irish Sweepsta… maybe I’ll go nuts maybe Harcourt Brace will call or maybe unemployment insurance or rich lesbian at the top of a hill.
I’m out of matches. the springs in my couch are broken. they stole my footlocker. they stole my oil painting of
outside my window Sunday. I am eating a grapefruit. church is over at the… Orthodox to the west.
there are beasts in the salt shake… and airdromes in the coffeepot. my mother’s hand is in the bag dra… and from the backs of spoons come the cries of tiny tortured animals…
the balance is preserved by the sn… the Santa Monica cliffs; the luck is in walking down Wester… and having the girls in a massage parlor holler at you, “Hello, Swe…
The riots ended, the baby calmed down, and I found ways to avoid Janko. But the dizzy spells persisted. The doctor wrote me a standing order for the green-white librium capsules and the...
in the center of the action you have to lay down like an anima… until it charges, you have to lay down
I have been hanging here headless for so long that the body has forgotten
we are gathered here now to bury her in this poem. she did not marry an unemployed wi… beat her every
Graduation Day. We filed in with our caps and gowns to “Pomp and Circumstance.” I suppose that in our three years we must have learned something. Our ability to spell had probably impro...
there he is: not too many hangovers not too many fights with women not too many flat tires never a thought of suicide
of course, I may die in the next t… and I’m ready for that but what I’m really worried about… that my editor—publisher might ret… even though he is ten years younge…