#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
They are building a house half a block down and I sit up here with the shades down listening to the sounds,
this guy he’s got a crazy eye and he’s brown a dark brown from the sun the Hollywood and Western sun
I feel gypped by dunces as if reality were the property of little men with luck and a headstart, and I sit in the cold
Marina Louise, Fay named the child. So there it was, Marina Louise Chinaski. In the crib by the window. Looking up at the tree leafs and bright designs whirling on the ceiling. Then she...
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...
neither does this mean the dead are at the door begging bread before
have we gone wrong again? we laugh less and less, become more sadly sane. all we want is the absence of others.
schoolgirls in pantyhose sitting on bus stop benches looking tired at 13 with their raspberry lipstick. it’s hot in the sun
In bed I had something in front o… “Sorry, baby,” I said. Then I ro… Then something awakened me. It wa… “Go, baby, go!” I told her. I arched my back now and then. Sh…
I heard it first while screwing a… who had the biggest box in Scranton. I listened to it again as I wrote… to my mother
sick with the flu drinking beer my radio on loud enough to overcome the sounds of the
sitting on a 2nd-floor porch at 1:… while looking out over the city. could be worse. we needn’t accomplish great things…
the 3 horse clipped the heels of the 7, they both went down and the 9 stumbled over them, jocks rolling, horses’ legs flung skyward.
I went up to Tammie’s place with my cardboard cartons. First I got the items she mentioned. Then I found other things—other dresses and blouses, shoes, an iron, a hair dryer, Dancy’s cl...
this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias