#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
she reads to me from the New York… which I don’t buy, don’t know how they get in here, but it’s something about the Mafia one of the heads of the Mafia
In the morning I heard her walkin… It was about 10:30 a.m. I was sic… She shook me. “Listen, I want you… “So what? I’ll screw her too.” “Yeah,” she laughed, “yeah.”
she came to my place drunk riding a deer up on the front porc… so many women want to save the wor… but can’t keep their own kitchens… but me...
like in a chair the color of the s… as you listen to lazy piano music and the aircraft overhead are not at war. where the last drink is as good as
there are these small cliffs above the sea and it is night, late night; I have been unable to sleep, and with my car above me
The phone rang the next morning. Lydia had gone back to her place. It was Bobby, the kid who lived in the next block and worked in the porno bookstore. “Mindy’s down here. She wants you...
I cross the room to the last wall the last window the last pink sun with its arms around the world
Julio came by with his guitar and… latest song. Julio was famous, he wrote songs a… published books of little drawings… poems.
the night I was going to die I was sweating on the bed and I could hear the crickets and there was a cat fight outside and I could feel my soul dropping…
she’s from Texas and weighs 103 pounds and stands before the mirror combing oceans of reddish hair
too much too little too fat too thin or nobody.
was a truly amazing man he pretended to be rich even though we lived on beans and… when we sat down to eat, he said,
I am in this low—slung sports car painted a deep, rich yellow driving under an Italian sun. I have a British accent. I’m wearing dark shades
We ran up the long ramp. I was ca… At the escalator Tammie saw the f… “Please,” I said, “we only have f… “I want Dancy to have the money.” “All right.”
is an orange animal with hand grenades fire power