#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
another bed another woman more curtains another bathroom another kitchen
you’ve got to fuck a great many wo… beautiful women and write a few decent love poems. and don’t worry about age and/or freshly-arrived talents.
In the betting line the other day man behind me asked, “are you Henry Chinaski?”
the blazing shark wants my balls as I walk through the meat section looking for salami and cheese purple housewives
I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this
yesterday drunken Alice gave me a jar of fig jam and today she whistles
Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?
That evening the phone rang. It was Mercedes. I had met her after giving a poetry reading at Venice Beach. She was about 28, fair body, pretty good legs, a blonde about 5~feet-5, a blue...
I had to take a shit but instead I went into this shop to have a key made. the woman was dressed
The reading in Vancouver went through, $500 plus air fare and lodging. The sponsor, Bart Mcintosh, was nervous about crossing the border. I was to fly to Seattle, he’d meet me there and...
it is justified all dying is justified all killing all death all passing, nothing is in vain
listen, he said, you ever seen a b… bucket? no, I told him. well, what happens is that now and… will climb up on top of the others
yes, they begin out in a willow, I… the starch mountains begin out in… and keep right on going without re… pumas and nectarines somehow these mountains are like
I wait on life like a pregnancy, p… the gut but all I hear now is the piano slamming its teeth throu… brain
To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine— just a lightbulb