#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
there waas a rock-and-mud slide on the Pacific Coast Highway and… detour and they directed us up int… and traffic was slow and it was ho… we were lost.
having the low down blues and goin… into a restraunt to eat. you sit at a table. the waitress smiles at you. she’s dumpy. her ass is too big.
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 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…
awaken at 11:30 a.m. get into my chinos and a clean gre… open a Miller’s, and nothing in the mailbox but the Berkeley Tribe
The riots ended, the baby calmed down, and I found ways to avoid Janko. But the dizzy spells persisted. The doctor wrote me a standing order for the green-white librium capsules and the...
I read that he lost a suitcase ful… train and that they never were rec… I can’t match the agony of this but the other night I wrote a 3—pa… upon this computer
they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it all is.
I walked off the job again and the police stopped me for running a red light at Serrano… my mind was rather gone and I stood in a patch of leaves
each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire,
terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat
we are always asked to understand the other person’s viewpoint no matter how out—dated
sit on this bench and look at the sea and the freaks and the lovers. need new eyes a new mouth new pillows, a new woman.
I even hear the mountains the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the water the fish cry
she was sitting in the window of room 1010 at the Chelsea in New York, Janis Joplin’s old room. it was 104 degrees