#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
the droll noon where squadrons of worms creep up like stripteasers to be raped by blackbirds. I go outside
the Mexican dancer shook her fans… me and her ass at me, I didn’t ask her to and my woman got mad and ran out of th… it began raining and you could hea…
in the men’s room at the track this boy of about 7 or 8 years old came out of a stall
probably from the belly button or… bed, or maybe from the mouth of th… the car crash on the avenue that l… scattered on the grass. she comes from love gone wrong und…
she wrote me a letter from a small room near the Seine. she said she was going to dancing class, she got up, she said at 5 o’clock in the morning
wha’, what did you expect? a schoo… some more practical lover filling… I’m a fool and no gentleman: I wa… with Crane in pajamas, but suicide… there’s less and less to kill.
sleep at Lila’s and in the morning we get the breakfast special at th… then it’s up to her friend Buffy’s… Buffy has boy twins, father in dou… in a $150-a-month apt.
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…
We got back to 1010. I had my check. I’d left word that we didn’t want to be disturbed. Tammie and I sat drinking. I’d read 5 or 6 love poems about her. “They knew who I was,” she said....
An old man asked me for a cigarett… and I carefully dealt out two. Been lookin’ for job. Gonna stand in the sun and smoke.” He was close to rags and rage
I have been hanging here headless for so long that the body has forgotten
he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about
and so we suck on a cigar and a beer attempting to mend the love
I’m not going to die easy; I’ve sat on your suicide beds in some of the worst holes in America,
is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown