#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
it is justified all dying is justified all killing all death all passing, nothing is in vain
good weather is like good women— it doesn’t always happen and when it does
“what?” they say, “you got a computer?” it’s like I have sold out to the enemy. I had no idea so many
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…
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end o… of wine, I have typed from a dozen… poesy an old man maddened for the flesh of young gi…
was a truly amazing man he pretended to be rich even though we lived on beans and… when we sat down to eat, he said,
I had been sleeping on a terrible mattress with the springs sticking into me for several years. That afternoon when I awakened I pulled the mattress off the bed, dragged it outside, and...
a poem is a city filled with stree… filled with saints, heroes, beggar… filled with banality and booze, filled with rain and thunder and p… drought, a poem is a city at war,
once we were young at this machine. . . drinking
We came in low over Kansas City, the pilot said the temperature was 20 degrees, and there I was in my thin California sports coat and shirt, lightweight pants, summer stockings, and hol...
16 and one-half inch neck 68 years old lifts weights body like a young
I had this room in front on DeLon… and I used to sit for hours in the daytime looking out the front window.
luxury ocean liners crossing the water full of the indolent and rich passing from this place to that
at their best, there is gentleness… some understanding and, at times,… courage but all in all it is a mass, a glo… have too much.
blue fish, the blue night, a blue… everything is blue. and my cats are blue: blue fur, bl… blue whiskers, blue eyes. my bed lamp shines