#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
he carried a piece of carbon, a blade and a whip and at night he feared his head and covered it with blankets
she writes: you’ll be moaning and groaning in your poems about how I fucked those 2 guys last week.
I cut the middle fingernail of the… finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt
I see old people on pensions in th… supermarkets and they are thin and… proud and they are dying they are starving on their feet an… nothing. long ago, among other lie…
I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train
first of all, I had a hard time, a… locating the parking lot for the b… wasn’t off the main boulevard wher… the cars all driven by merciless k… were doing 55 mph in a 25 mph zone…
look there. the one you considered killing you… for. you saw her the other day getting out of her car
I was the last one off the plane and there was Joanna Dover. “Joanna, let’s have a Bloody Mary while we wait for my baggage. Oh hell, I don’t have any baggage. But let’s have a Bloody M...
drunk on the dark streets of some… it’s night, you’re lost, where’s y… room? you enter a bar to find yourself, order scotch and water.
she undressed in front of me keeping her pussy to the front while I lay in bed with a bottle o… beer. where’d you get that wart on
no one is sorry I am leaving, not even I; but there should be a minstrel or at least a glass of wine. bothers the young most, I think:
I’m glad when they arrive and I’m glad when they leave I’m glad when I hear their heels approaching my door and I’m glad when those heels
in the hospitals I’ve been in you see the crosses on the walls with the thin palm leaves behind t… yellowed and browned it is the signal to accept the ine…
my grandfather was a tall German with a strange smell on his breath… he stood very straight in front of his small house and his wife hated him
sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;