#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I had to take a shit but instead I went into this shop to have a key made. the woman was dressed
Slipping keenly into bright ashes, target of vanilla tears your sure body lit candles for men on dark nights, and now your night is darker
the pleasures of the damned are limited to brief moments of happiness: like the eyes in the look of a dog… like a square of wax,
in the center of the action you have to lay down like an anima… until it charges, you have to lay down
stepped into the wrong end of the… right leg which was bad to begin w… with a tv writer and an actor, som… life to make a sitcom and luckily… day at the track I get a box seat…
all the way from Mexico straight from the fields to 14 wins 13 by k.o. he was ranked #3
I began receiving letters from a girl in New York City. Her name was Mindy. She had run across a couple of my books, but the best thing about her letters was that she seldom mentioned w...
A month went by. R.A. Dwight, the editor of Dogbite Press wrote and asked me to do a foreword to Keesing’s Selected Poems. Keesing, with the help of his death, was at last going to get ...
I am watching a girl dressed in a light green sweater, blue shorts,… there is a necklace of some sort but her breasts are small, poor th… and she watches her nails
Office of Postmaster—United States Post Office—January 1, 1970 The attention of all employees is directed to the Code of Ethics for postal employees as set forth in Part 742 of the Post...
hey, said my friend, I want you to… Hangdog Harry, he reminds me of y… and I said, all right, and we went… this cheap hotel. old men sitting around watching
“you know,” she said, “you were at the bar so you didn’t see but I danced with this guy. we danced and we danced close.
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and nothing.
there waas a rock-and-mud slide on the Pacific Coast Highway and… detour and they directed us up int… and traffic was slow and it was ho… we were lost.
the lair of the hunted is hidden in the last place you’d ever look and even if you find it you won’t believe