#1973 #AmericanWriters #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
this man sometimes forgets who he is. sometimes he thinks he’s the Pope. other times he thinks he’s a
here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in dra… here comes nothing to do all day l… here comes another night of no sle… here comes the phone ringing the w…
the old L.A. Public Library burn… down that library downtown and with it went large part of my
the German hotel was very strange… double doors to the rooms, very th… looked the park and the vasser ter… it was usually too late for breakf… would be everywhere changing sheet…
I suppose it’s raining in some Sp… while I’m feeling bad like this; I’d like to think so now.
Go to Tibet. Ride a camel. Read the Bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a Beard.
know. I know. they are limited, have different needs and concerns. but I watch and learn from them.
in the Valkerie Mountains among the strutting peacocks I found a flower as large as my head
and the subnormal. all through grammar school junior high high school junior college
The baby was crawling, discovering the world. Marina slept in bed with us at night. There was Marina, Fay, the cat and myself. The cat slept on the bed too. Look here, I thought, I have...
I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train
we talk about this film: Cagney fed this broad grapefruit faster than she could eat it and
I suppose so. I was living in an attic in Phila… it became very hot in the summer a… bars. I didn’t have any money and… I put a small ad in the paper and…
“your poems about the girls will s… 50 years from now when the girls a… my editor phones me. dear editor: the girls appear to be gone
we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…