#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
the bulls are grand as the side of… and although they kill them for th… it is the bull that burns the fire… and although there are cowardly bu… there are cowardly matadors and co…
Just give me a little atomic bomb Not too mutch just a little Enough to kill a horse in the stre… But there aren’t any horses in the… Enough to knock the flowers from a…
I have a saying, “the tough ones a… back.” but Vera was kinder than most, and so I was surprised when she arrived that night
she’s not for you, man, she’s not your type, she’s erased she’s been used she’s got all the wrong
the cops want me to come down and… some guy who tried to rape me. I’ve lost the key to my car again;… the key to open the door but not t… to start it.
terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat
have we gone wrong again? we laugh less and less, become more sadly sane. all we want is the absence of others.
A day or so later I got a poem in the mail from Lydia. It was a long poem and it began: Come out, old troll, Come out of your dark hole, old troll, Come out into the sunlight with us an...
the boys come up the boys climb up the brown pole as the waterheater gurgles in Spanish
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer.
Lydia’s sister Angela came to town from Utah to see Lydia’s new house. Lydia had made a down payment on a little place and the monthly payments were very low. It was a very good buy. Th...
At 3:30 a.m. my twelve hours were… I set the alarm so that I would b… “What happened, Hank? We thought… “I’m quitting.” “Quitting?” “Yes, you can’t blame a man for wa…
is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown
I had just won $115 from the heads… was naked upon my bed listening to an opera by one of th… and had just gotten rid of a very… when there was a knock upon the wo…
Some say we should keep personal r… poem, stay abstract, and there is some r… but jezus; twelve poems gone and I don’t keep…