#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I used to hold my social security… up in the air, he told me, but I was so small they couldn’t see it,
this fear of being what they are: dead. at least they are not out on the s… are careful to stay indoors, those pasty mad who sit alone before the…
They are building a house half a block down and I sit up here with the shades down listening to the sounds,
drive to the beach at night in the winter and sit and look at the burned-dow… wonder why they just let it sit th… in the water.
I kept the date in mind. It was never any problem creating a split with Lydia. I was naturally a loner, content just to live with a woman, eat with her, sleep with her, walk down the st...
yeah sure, I’ll be in unless I’m… don’t knock if the lights are out or you hear voices or then I might be reading Proust if someone slips Proust under my d…
I’ve come by, she says, to tell yo… that this is it. I’m not kidding,… over. this is it. I sit on the couch watching her ar… her long red hair before my bedroo…
the canaries were there, and the l… and the old woman with warts; and I was there, a child and I touched the piano keys as they talked—
he was easy, fat as a hummingbird and I had him blowing, I jabbed and crossed and took my t… everybody was waiting for the main… drinking beer, and I was thinking
you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not
I don’t beat the walls with my fis… I just sit but it rushes in a tide of it. the woman in the court behind me h…
Curly Wagner picked out Morris Moscowitz. It was after school and eight or ten of us guys had heard about it and we walked out behind the gym to watch. Wagner laid down the rules, “We f...
the illusion is that you are simpl… reading this poem. the reality is that this is more than a poem.
welcome to my wormy hell. the music grinds off-key. fish eyes watch from the wall. this is where the last happy shot… fired.
and the sun wields mercy but like a jet torch carried to hi… and the jets whip across its sight and rockets leap like toads, and the boys get out the maps