#AmericanWriters
I get too many phone calls. they seek the creature out. they shouldn’t.
the higher you climb the greater the pressure. those who manage to endure learn
Slipping keenly into bright ashes, target of vanilla tears your sure body lit candles for men on dark nights, and now your night is darker
had lost the last race big somebody had stolen my coat could feel the flu coming on and my tires were low. I went in to get a
having the low down blues and goin… into a restraunt to eat. you sit at a table. the waitress smiles at you. she’s dumpy. her ass is too big.
look there. the one you considered killing you… for. you saw her the other day getting out of her car
shot in the eye shot in the brain shot in the ass shot like a flower in the dance amazing how death wins hands down
turmoil is the god madness is the god permanent living peace is permanent living death. agony can kill
we tried to hide it in the house s… neighbors wouldn’t see. was difficult, sometimes we both h… be gone at once and when we return… there would be excreta and urine a…
she cut my toenails the night befo… and in the morning she said, “I th… just lay here all day.” which meant she wasn’t going to wo… she was at my apartment—which mean…
the ladies of summer will die like… and the lie the ladies of summer will love so long as the price is not forever
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…
A week later I was driving down Hollywood Boulevard with Lydia. A weekly entertainment newspaper published in California at that time had asked me to write an article on the life of the...
the lilies storm my brain by god by god like nazi storm troopers! do you think I’m going tizzy?
it was up in San Francisco after my poetry reading. it had been a nice crowd I had gotten my money I had this place upstairs