#Americans #XXCentury #1973 #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it all is.
you go for these wenches, she said… you go for these whores, I’ll bore you. I don’t want to be shit on anymore… I said,
Bobby and Valerie came by and I introduced everybody around. “Valerie and I are going to take a vacation and rent rooms by the seashore in Manhattan Beach,” said Bobby. “Why don’t you g...
a single dog walking alone on a hot sidewalk of summer appears to have the power of ten thousand gods.
In bed I had something in front o… “Sorry, baby,” I said. Then I ro… Then something awakened me. It wa… “Go, baby, go!” I told her. I arched my back now and then. Sh…
when Whitman wrote, “I sing the b… I know what he meant I know what he wanted:
I have lain in bed all day but I have written one poem and I am up now looking out the window and like a novelist might say
sometimes I forget about him and h… innocence, almost idiotic, awkward… he liked walking over bridges and… to night I think about him, the wa… one felt space between his lines,…
little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won’t flinch and
in the Valkerie Mountains among the strutting peacocks I found a flower as large as my head
don’t ever get the idea I am a poe… at the racetrack any day half drun… betting quarters, sidewheelers and… but let me tell you, there are som… who go where the money goes, and s…
no we can’t we can’t win it I’ve decided we can’t win it just for a while we thought we cou… but that was just for a while
all the way from Mexico straight from the fields to 14 wins 13 by k.o. he was ranked #3
light brown stare that dumb blank marvelous light brown stare I’ll take care of it.
Back in L.A., there was almost a week of peace. Then the phone rang. It was the owner of a Manhattan Beach nightclub, Marty Seavers. I had read there a couple of times before. The club ...