#1973 #AmericanWriters #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame #CrucifixInADeathhand
this guy he’s got a crazy eye and he’s brown a dark brown from the sun the Hollywood and Western sun
he came to the door one night wet… terrorized white cross-eyed tailless cat took him in and fed him and he sta… grew to trust me until a friend dr…
An old man asked me for a cigarett… and I carefully dealt out two. Been lookin’ for job. Gonna stand in the sun and smoke.” He was close to rags and rage
A day or so later I got a poem in the mail from Lydia. It was a long poem and it began: Come out, old troll, Come out of your dark hole, old troll, Come out into the sunlight with us an...
she’s not for you, man, she’s not your type, she’s erased she’s been used she’s got all the wrong
you’re a beast, she said your big white belly and those hairy feet. you never cut your nails and you have fat hands
Lila Jane was a girl my age who lived next door. I still wasn’t allowed to play with the children in the neighborhood, but sitting in the bedroom often got dull. I would go out and walk...
The phone rang the next morning. Lydia had gone back to her place. It was Bobby, the kid who lived in the next block and worked in the porno bookstore. “Mindy’s down here. She wants you...
I took the envelope home to my mother and handed it to her and walked into the bedroom. My bedroom. The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even ...
horses running with her miles away laughing with a fool Bach and the hydrogen bomb
a symphony orchestra. there is a thunderstorm, they are playing a Wagner overture and the people leave their seats u… and run inside to the pavilion
I didn’t have any friends at school, didn’t want any. I felt better being alone. I sat on a bench and watched the others play and they looked foolish to me. During lunch one day I was a...
keep remembering the horses under the moon keep remembering feeding the horse… sugar white oblongs of sugar
all right, while we are gently cel… and while crazy classical music le… my small radio, I light a fresh ci… and realize that I am still very m… the 21st century is almost upon me…
during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores