#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
dying has its rough edge. no escaping now. the warden has his eye on me. his bad eye. I’m doing hard time now.
wha’, what did you expect? a schoo… some more practical lover filling… I’m a fool and no gentleman: I wa… with Crane in pajamas, but suicide… there’s less and less to kill.
I was a bum in San Francisco but… to go to a symphony concert along… and the music was good but somethi… audience was not and something about the orchestra
death wants more death, and its we… I remember my father’s garage, how… I would brush the corpses of flies from the windows they thought were… their sticky, ugly, vibrant bodies
let me speak as a friend although the centuries hang between us and neither you nor I can see the moon. be careful less the onion blind th…
the Mexican dancer shook her fans… me and her ass at me, I didn’t ask her to and my woman got mad and ran out of th… it began raining and you could hea…
red summers and black satin charcoal and blood ringing the sheets while snails are stepped on and moths go batty
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus
To pacify Lydia I agreed to go to Muleshead, Utah. Her sister was camping in the mountains. The sisters actually owned much of the land. It had been inherited from their father. Glendol...
Then the supervisor moved us to a new aisle. We had been there ten hours. “Before you begin,” the soup said, "I want to tell you some– thing. Each tray of this type of mail must be stuc...
dogs and angels are not very different. I often go to this place to eat about 2:30 in the afternoon
in the winter walking on my ceiling my eyes the size of street… I have 4 feet like a mouse but wash my own underwear—bearded and hungover and a hard-on and no lawy…
I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train
out of the arms of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on th… by a lady who smokes pot writes songs and stories,
this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with newspapers stuffed into