#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
we are always asked to understand the other person’s viewpoint no matter how out—dated
first they used to, he told me, gun and bomb the elephants, you could hear their screams over… but you flew high to bomb the peop… you never saw it,
They are building a house half a block down and I sit up here with the shades down listening to the sounds,
One day, just like in grammar school, like with David, a boy attached himself to me. He was small and thin and had almost no hair on top of his head. The guys called him Baldy. His real...
Frank liked airplanes. He lent me all his pulp magazines about World War 1. The best was Flying Aces. The dog-fights were great, the Spads and the Fokkers mixing it. I read all the stor...
shot in the eye shot in the brain shot in the ass shot like a flower in the dance amazing how death wins hands down
I got in the shower and burned my balls last Wednesday. met this painter called Spain, no, he was a cartoonist,
beheaded in the middle of the night scratching my sides I am covered with bites kick my white legs out of the shee…
I’m not going to die easy; I’ve sat on your suicide beds in some of the worst holes in America,
drunk and writing poems at 3 a.m. what counts now is one more tight
since my last name was Fuch, he sa… believe the school yard was tough:… powder down my neck, threw gravel… with rubber bands in class, and ou… me names, well, one name mainly, o…
There were times when Frank and I were friendly with Chuck, Eddie and Gene. But something would always happen (usually I caused it) and then I would be out, and Frank would be partly ou...
you have to have it or the walls w… in. you have to give everything up, th… away, everything away. you have to look at what you look…
After dinner we came back and we talked. She was a health food addict and didn’t eat meat except for chicken and fish. It certainly worked for her. “Hank,” she said, “tomorrow I’m going...
see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.