#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
he used to sell papers in front: Get your winners! Get rich on a d… and about the 3rd or 4th race you’d see him rolling in on his ro… with roller skates underneath.
outside my window Sunday. I am eating a grapefruit. church is over at the… Orthodox to the west.
I got his ashes, she said, and I… out to sea and I scattered his ash… they didn’t even look like ashes and the urn was weighted with
this man sometimes forgets who he is. sometimes he thinks he’s the Pope. other times he thinks he’s a
Thanks for the good letter. I don’t think it hurts, sometimes, to remember where you came from. You know the places where I came from. Even the people who try to write about that or mak...
I went with two ladies down to Venice to look for antique furniture. I parked in back of the store and went in with them.
she wore a platinum blond wig and her face was rouged and powder… and she put the lipstick on making a huge painted mouth and her neck was wrinkled
are more beautiful than movie stars and they lounge on the lawn sunbathing
it’s unfortunate, and simply not the style, but I don’t care: girls remind me of hair in the sink, girls remind me of intestines and bladders and excretory movements; it’s unfortunate a...
people went into vacant lots and pulled up greens to cook and the men rolled Bull Durham or smoked Wings (10 a pack) and the dogs were thin and the cats were thin and the cats learned h...
it is the man you’ve never seen wh… keeps you going, the one who might arrive someday. he isn’t out on the streets or
a symphony orchestra. there is a thunderstorm, they are playing a Wagner overture and the people leave their seats u… and run inside to the pavilion
the strong men the muscle men there they sit down at the beach cocoa tans
dumb, Jesus Christ, some people are so dumb you can hear them splashing around
all of a sudden I’m a painter. a girl from Galveston gives me $50 for a painting of a man holding a candycane while floating in a darkened sky.