#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
sit on this bench and look at the sea and the freaks and the lovers. need new eyes a new mouth new pillows, a new woman.
I could see the road ahead of me. I was poor and I was going to stay poor. But I didn’t particularly want money. I didn’t know what I wanted. Yes, I did. I wanted someplace to hide out,...
we had goldfish and they circled a… in the bowl on the table near the… covering the picture window and my mother, always smiling, wanting… to be happy, told me, ‘be happy He…
he spoke to mice and sparrows and his hair was white at the age… his father beat him every day and… lit candles in the church. his grandmother came while the boy…
you no faces no faces at all laughing at nothing—
the blue pencil of the wave shots of yellow road a steering wheel an insane woman sitting next to you
I’m in bed. it’s morning and I hear: where are your socks? please get dressed!
he packaged it up neatly in differ… sending the legs to an aunt in St.… the head to a scoutmaster in Brook… the belly to a cross-eyed butcher… the female organs were sent to a y…
I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot
during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores
eating cold plums in bed she told me about the German who owned everything on the block except the custom drapery shop and he tried to buy
he was a good one say 18, 19, marine and every time woman came down the train aisle
outside my window Sunday. I am eating a grapefruit. church is over at the… Orthodox to the west.
Bruckner wasn’t bad even though he got down on his knees and proclaimed Wagner the master.
I got back, made love to Lydia several times, got in a fight with her, and left L. A. International late one morning to give a reading in Arkansas. I was lucky enough to have a seat by ...