#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I feel gypped by dunces as if reality were the property of little men with luck and a headstart, and I sit in the cold
naked in that bright light the four horse falls and throws a 112-pound boy into the hooves
bet on #6, I try red, I stare at… wonder what Chekhov would do, and… blue plates sit eating the carnage… and look very much like Russians a… my left tit and try to smile like…
My father always ran the neighborhood kids away from our house. I was told not to play with them but I walked down the street and watched them anyhow. “Hey, Heinie!” they yelled, “Why d...
Go to Tibet. Ride a camel. Read the Bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a Beard.
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
We were eating meatballs and spaghetti. My problems were always discussed at dinner time. Dinner time was almost always an unhappy time. I didn’t answer my father’s question. “Henry, an...
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
yes, they begin out in a willow, I… the starch mountains begin out in… and keep right on going without re… pumas and nectarines somehow these mountains are like
during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores
between 2 and 5 p.m. any day and a… Wednesday, it’s 20% off for us old dogs approaching the sunset… it’s strange to be old and not fee… old
drinking German beer and trying to come up with the immortal poem at 5 p.m. in the afternoon. but, ah, I’ve told the
the rag. she sat there, glooming. I couldn’t do anything with her. it was raining. she got up and left.
One night my father took me on his milk route. There were no longer any horsedrawn wagons. The milk trucks now had engines. After loading up at the milk company we drove off on his rout...
I had boils the size of tomatoes all over me they stuck a drill into me down at the county hospital, and