#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
all the women all their kisses the different ways they love and talk and need. their ears they all have
at exactly 12:00 midnight 1973-74 Los Angeles it began to rain on the palm leaves outside my window
ah, Merryman, fighter on the docks, killed a man while they were unloa… bananas. mean the man he killed
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...
at their best, there is gentleness… some understanding and, at times,… courage but all in all it is a mass, a glo… have too much.
Back at Chelsey High it was the same. One group of seniors had graduated but they were replaced by another group of seniors with sports cars and expensive clothes. I was never confronte...
call it the greenhouse effect or w… but it just doesn’t rain like it u… I particularly remember the rains… depression era. there wasn’t any money but there w…
3 small boys run toward me blowing whistles and they scream you’re under arrest! you’re drunk!
Markov claims I am trying to stab his soul but I’d prefer his wife. put my feet on the coffee table and he says,
I went into the bends. I got drunker and stayed drunker than a shit skunk in Purgatory. I even had the butcher knife against my throat one night in the kitchen and then I thought, easy,...
a great white light dawns across t… continent as we fawn over our failed traditi… often kill to preserve them or sometimes kill just to kill.
Lydia’s sister Angela came to town from Utah to see Lydia’s new house. Lydia had made a down payment on a little place and the monthly payments were very low. It was a very good buy. Th...
the branches break, the birds fall… the whores stand straight, the bombs stack, evening, morning, night, peanutbutter,
John F. Kennedy flower knocks upo… shot through the neck; the gladiolas gather by the dozens… India dripping into Ceylon;
the pleasures of the damned are limited to brief moments of happiness: like the eyes in the look of a dog… like a square of wax,