#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it all is.
yeah sure, I’ll be in unless I’m… don’t knock if the lights are out or you hear voices or then I might be reading Proust if someone slips Proust under my d…
Every route had its traps and only the regular carriers knew of them. Each day it was another god damned thing, and you were always ready for a rape, murder, dogs, or insanity of some s...
here things are tough but they’re mostly always tough. basically I’m just trying to get a… with the female. when you first meet them their eyes
the virus holds the concepts give way like rotten shoelaces toothache and bacon dance on the lawn
we like to shower afterwards (I like the water hotter than she) and her face is always soft and pe… and she’ll wash me first spread the soap over my balls
We had another fight. Later I was back at my place but I didn’t feel like sitting there alone and drinking. The night harness racing meet was on. I took a pint and went out to the track...
Making love in the sun, in the mor… in a hotel room above the alley where poor men poke for bottles; making love in the sun
they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”
Go to Tibet. Ride a camel. Read the Bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a Beard.
The next time you listen to Borod… remember he was just a chemist who wrote music to relax; his house was jammed with peor e: students, artists, drunkards, bur…
with an Apple Macintosh you can’t run Radio Shack program… in its disc drive. nor can a Commodore 64 drive read a file
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...
as the orchid dies and the grass goes insane, let’s have one for the los… met an old man and a tired whore
when I look back now at the abuse I took from her I feel shame that I was so innocent,