#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
the legs are gone and the hopes—th… and I haven’t shaved in sixteen da… but the mailman still makes his ro… water still comes out of the fauce… myself with glazed and milky eyes…
smoking a cigarette and noting a m… flattened out against the wall and died as organ music from centuries back… my black radio
Making love in the sun, in the mor… in a hotel room above the alley where poor men poke for bottles; making love in the sun
good weather is like good women— it doesn’t always happen and when it does
when God created love he didn’t he… when God created dogs He didn’t h… when God created plants that was a… when God created hate we had a sta… when God created me He created me
I tried it standing up this time. it doesn’t usually work. this time it seemed
my friend is worried about dying he lives in Frisco I live in L.A. he goes to the gym and works with the iron and hits
we take what we can see— the engines driving us mad, lovers finally hating; this fish in the market staring upward into our minds;
I had begun to dislike my father. He was always angry about something. Wherever we went he got into arguments with people. But he didn’t appear to frighten most people; they often just ...
the girls were young and worked the streets but often couldn’t score, they
have we gone wrong again? we laugh less and less, become more sadly sane. all we want is the absence of others.
murder the roaches spit out paper clips and the helicopter circles and cir… smelling for blood
let me speak as a friend although the centuries hang between us and neither you nor I can see the moon. be careful less the onion blind th…
in San Francisco the landlady, 80… Victrola up the stairway and I pl… until they beat on the walls. there was a large bucket in the ce… filled with beer and winebottles;
call it th e green house effect or… but it just doesn’t rain like it used to. particularly remember the rains of… depression era.