#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
waiting for death like a cat that will jump on the bed I am so very sorry for
a symphony orchestra. there is a thunderstorm, they are playing a Wagner overture and the people leave their seats u… and run inside to the pavilion
Vallejo writing about loneliness while starving to death; Van Gogh’s ear rejected by a whore;
this kid used to teach at Kansas… then they moved him out he went to a bean factory then he and his wife moved to the… she got a job and worked while
my friend William is a fortunate m… he lacks the imagination to suffer he kept his first job his first wife can drive a car 50,000 miles
sometimes I forget about him and h… innocence, almost idiotic, awkward… he liked walking over bridges and… to night I think about him, the wa… one felt space between his lines,…
Just give me a little atomic bomb Not too mutch just a little Enough to kill a horse in the stre… But there aren’t any horses in the… Enough to knock the flowers from a…
had her for 3 units and at mid-term she’d read off how many assignment… stories had been turned in:
she cut my toenails the night befo… and in the morning she said, “I th… just lay here all day.” which meant she wasn’t going to wo… she was at my apartment—which mean…
watch them push the crippled and t… in their wheelchairs on to the electric lift which carries them up into the lon… where each chair is locked down
3 small boys run toward me blowing whistles and they scream you’re under arrest! you’re drunk!
they found him walking along the f… all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut off his sexual
the sun slides down through the sh… have a pair of black shoes and a p… brown shoes. can hardly remember the girls of m… there is numb blood pulsing throug…
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.
here I am in the ground my mouth open and