#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
When Jonstone saw me the next 5 a.m. he spun in his swivel and his face and his shirt were the same color. But he said nothing. I didn’t care. I had been up to 2 a.m. drinking and screw...
this one teaches that one lives with his mother and that one is supported by a red… with the brain of a gnat. this one takes speed and has been…
the bulls are grand as the side of… and although they kill them for th… it is the bull that burns the fire… and although there are cowardly bu… there are cowardly matadors and co…
another bed another woman more curtains another bathroom another kitchen
there are beasts in the salt shake… and airdromes in the coffeepot. my mother’s hand is in the bag dra… and from the backs of spoons come the cries of tiny tortured animals…
a woman told a man when he got off a plane that I was dead. a magazine printed the fact that I was dead
almost dawn blackbirds on the telephone wire waiting as I eat yesterday’s forgotten sandwich
I’m not going to die easy; I’ve sat on your suicide beds in some of the worst holes in America,
the German hotel was very strange… double doors to the rooms, very th… looked the park and the vasser ter… it was usually too late for breakf… would be everywhere changing sheet…
I was in the 4th grade when I found out about it. I was probably one of the last to know, because I still didn’t talk to anybody. A boy walked up to “Your mother has a hole . . .”—he to...
I always wanted to ball Henry Miller, she said, but by the time I got there it was too late. damn it, I said, you girls
the droll noon where squadrons of worms creep up like stripteasers to be raped by blackbirds. I go outside
the goldfish sing all night with g… and the whores go down with the st… the whores go down with the stars I’m sorry, sir, we close at 4:30, besides yr mother’s neck is dirty,
unaccountably we are alone forever alone and it was meant to be that way, was never meant
I was the last one off the plane and there was Joanna Dover. “Joanna, let’s have a Bloody Mary while we wait for my baggage. Oh hell, I don’t have any baggage. But let’s have a Bloody M...