#AmericanWriters
when God created love he didn’t he… when God created dogs He didn’t h… when God created plants that was a… when God created hate we had a sta… when God created me He created me
here I am in the ground my mouth open and
she was hot, she was so hot I didn’t want anybody else to have… and if I didn’t get home on time she’d be gone, and I couldn’t bear… I’d go mad. . .
she died of alcoholism wrapped in a blanket on a deck chair on an ocean steamer.
she reads to me from the New York… which I don’t buy, don’t know how they get in here, but it’s something about the Mafia one of the heads of the Mafia
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 can’t have it and you can’t have it and we won’t get it so don’t bet on it
I can see myself now after all these suicide days and n… being wheeled out of one of those… (of course, this is only if I get… by a subnormal and bored nurse
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.
I still get letters in the mail, m… men in tiny rooms with factory job… living with whores or no woman at… booze and madness. Most of their letters are on lined…
there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often
Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.
each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire,
the lady has me temporarily off th… and now the pecker stands up better. however, things change overnight— instead of listening to Shostakovi…
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of sweat on the table
