#1973 #AmericanWriters #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
with old cars, especially when you… and drive them for many years a love affair is inevitable: you even learn to accept their little
They are building a house half a block down and I sit up here with the shades down listening to the sounds,
I was shacked with a 24 year old girl from New York City for two weeks—about the time of the garbage
one of the terrible things is really being in bed night after night with a woman you no longer
some people never go crazy. me, sometimes I’ll lie down behind… for 3 or 4 days. they’ll find me there. it’s Cherub, they’ll say, and
The next time you listen to Borod… remember he was just a chemist who wrote music to relax; his house was jammed with peor e: students, artists, drunkards, bur…
love, he said, gas kiss me off kiss my lips kiss my hair my fingers
listen, man, don’t tell me about t… sent, we didn’t receive them, we are very careful with manuscrip… we bake them burn them
monkey feet small and blue walking toward you as the back of a building falls of… and an airplane chews the white sk…
all of a sudden I’m a painter. a girl from Galveston gives me $50 for a painting of a man holding a candycane while floating in a darkened sky.
I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh,
The next day in bed I got tired of waiting for the airplanes and I found a large yellow notebook that had been meant for high school work. It was empty. I found a pen. I went to bed wit...
call it love stand it up in the failing light put it in a dress pray sing beg cry laugh
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…
she writes: you’ll be moaning and groaning in your poems about how I fucked those 2 guys last week.