#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I found a room on Temple Street in the Filipino district. It was $3.50 a week, upstairs on the second floor. I paid the landlady—a middle-aged blond—a week’s rent. The toilet and tub we...
She wasn’t really a cop, she was a clerk-cop. And she started coming in and telling me about a guy who wore a purple stick pin and was a “real gentleman.” “Well,” I’d ask, “how was old ...
a great white light dawns across t… continent as we fawn over our failed traditi… often kill to preserve them or sometimes kill just to kill.
he sits all day at the bus stop at Sunset and Western his sleeping bag beside him. he’s dirty. nobody bothers him.
you go for these wenches, she said… you go for these whores, I’ll bore you. I don’t want to be shit on anymore… I said,
half drunk I left her place her warm blankets and I was hungover didn’t even know what town
I’m soft. I dream too. I let myself dream. I dream of being famous. I dream of walking the streets of London and
30 dogs, 20 men on 20 horses and o… and look here, they write, you are a dupe for the state, the… you are in the ego-dream, read your history, study the monet…
My father had two brothers. The younger was named Ben and the older was named John. Both were alcoholics and ne’er-do-wells. My parents often spoke of them. “Neither of them amount to a...
see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.
another bed another woman more curtains another bathroom another kitchen
I was glad I had money in the Sav… Friday afternoon hungover I didn’t have a job I was glad I had money in the Sav… I didn’t know how to play a guitar
this is important enough: to get your feelings down, it is better than shaving or cooking beans with garlic. it is the little we can do
they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in midnight age
love, he said, gas kiss me off kiss my lips kiss my hair my fingers