#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
in the earliest possible day in the blue-headed noon I will telegraph you a boney hand decorated with
Phillipe ’s is an old time cafe off Alameda street just a little north and east of the main post office. Phillipe’s opens at 5 a.m.
the lady has me temporarily off th… and now the pecker stands up better. however, things change overnight— instead of listening to Shostakovi…
in the hospitals and jails it’s the worst in madhouses it’s the worst in penthouses
she’s not for you, man, she’s not your type, she’s erased she’s been used she’s got all the wrong
in the slow Mexican air I watched… and they cut off his ear, and his… no more terror than a rock. driving back the next day we stopp… and watched the golden red and blu…
naked in that bright light the four horse falls and throws a 112-pound boy into the hooves
her shoes themselves would light my room like many candles. she walks like all things shining on glass,
I took my girlfriend to your last poetry reading, she said “yes”, “yes?” I asked. "she`s young and pretty",
I was coming off an affair that ha… frankly, I was sliding down into a… really feeling shitty and low when I lucked into this lady with… covered with a jeweled canopy
re-reading some of Fante’s The Wine of Youth in bed this mid-afternoon my big cat
Our 30 minutes was now devoted to scheme training. They gave us each a deck of cards to learn and stick into pur cases. To pass the scheme you had to throw 100 cards in 8 minutes or les...
I am hung by a nail the sun melts my heart I am cousin to the snake
Of all the guys left in the neighborhood, Frank was the nicest. We got to be friends, we got to going around together, we didn’t need the other guys much. They had more or less kicked F...
old grey-haired waitresses in cafes at night have given it up, and as I walk down sidewalks of light and look into windows