#1973 #AmericanWriters #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame #CrucifixInADeathhand
We got back to 1010. I had my check. I’d left word that we didn’t want to be disturbed. Tammie and I sat drinking. I’d read 5 or 6 love poems about her. “They knew who I was,” she said....
she writes continually like a long nozzle spraying the air,
the dead can sleep they don’t get up and rage they don’t have a wife. her white face like a flower in a closed
she wore a platinum blond wig and her face was rouged and powder… and she put the lipstick on making a huge painted mouth and her neck was wrinkled
we had goldfish and they circled a… in the bowl on the table near the… covering the picture window and my mother, always smiling, wanting… to be happy, told me, ‘be happy He…
the dream of a man is a whore with a gold tooth and a garter belt, perfumed with false eyebrows
I was sitting with an anarchist from Beverly Hills, Ben Solvnag, who was writing my biography when I heard her footsteps on the court walk. I knew the sound—they were always fast and fr...
I was in the 4th grade when I found out about it. I was probably one of the last to know, because I still didn’t talk to anybody. A boy walked up to “Your mother has a hole . . .”—he to...
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...
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…
in the men’s room at the track this boy of about 7 or 8 years old came out of a stall
we are gathered here now to bury her in this poem. she did not marry an unemployed wi… beat her every
On Thursday night Bobby phoned again. “Hey, man, what are you doing?” “Oh, come on, man, I’ll just stay for a few beers. . . .” “You treat him mean. He gets lonely when his wife is at w...
Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.
see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.