#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
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…
around 2 a.m. in my small room after turning off the poem machine for now
our marriage book, it says. I look through it. they lasted ten years. they were young once.
a symphony orchestra. there is a thunderstorm, they are playing a Wagner overture and the people leave their seats u… and run inside to the pavilion
I have been painting these last tw… it’s not much, you’re correct, but in this tournament great dream… history removes her dress and beco… and I have awakened in the morning
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski?
the wind blows hard to night and it’s a cold wind and I think about the boys on the row. hope some of them have a bottle
the guy in the front court can’t speak English, he’s Greek, a rather stupid-looking and fairly ugly man. now my landlord does some painting…
I’m out of matches. the springs in my couch are broken. they stole my footlocker. they stole my oil painting of
I came out of the bar and checked the message board. The plane was on time. Katherine was in the air and moving towards me. I sat down and waited. Across from me was a well-groomed woma...
sitting on a 2nd-floor porch at 1:… while looking out over the city. could be worse. we needn’t accomplish great things…
the feelings I get driving past the railroad yard never on purpose but on my way to… are the feelings other men have fo… see the tracks and all the boxcars
all right, while we are gently cel… and while crazy classical music le… my small radio, I light a fresh ci… and realize that I am still very m… the 21st century is almost upon me…
we like to shower afterwards (I like the water hotter than she) and her face is always soft and pe… and she’ll wash me first spread the soap over my balls
what you see is what you see: madhouses are rarely on display. that we still walk about and scratch ourselves and light