#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
This will refer to the letter addressed to you dated August 17, 1969, proposing your suspension without pay for three days or other disciplinary action, based on Charge No. 1 specified ...
here I am in the ground my mouth open and
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,
we are always asked to understand the other person’s viewpoint no matter how out—dated
we were in bed and she started to fight: “you son of a bitch! you just wait… I’ll get you!” I began laughing:
That night I managed to get 2 or 3 drinks into Cecelia. She forgot herself and crossed her legs high and I saw some good heavy flank. Durable. A cow of a woman, cow’s breasts, cow’s eye...
A sound awakened me. It was not quite daylight. Cecelia was moving around getting dressed. I looked at my watch. “I want to watch the sun come up. I love sunrises!” “I haven’t been able...
out of the arm 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
luxury ocean liners crossing the water full of the indolent and rich passing from this place to that
great writer remains in bed shades down doesn’t want to see anyone doesn’t want to write anymore doesn’t want to try anymore;
in junior high school Big Max was a problem. we’d be sitting during lunch hour eating our peanut butter sandwiche… and potato chips.
That evening the phone rang. It was Mercedes. I had met her after giving a poetry reading at Venice Beach. She was about 28, fair body, pretty good legs, a blonde about 5~feet-5, a blue...
you know I sat on the same barstool in Phi… 5 years I drank canned heat and the cheape… I was beaten in alleys by well-fed…
our marriage book, it says. I look through it. they lasted ten years. they were young once.
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break