#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
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 may not believe it but there are people who go through life with very little friction or
we are gathered here now to bury her in this poem. she did not marry an unemployed wi… beat her every
sway with me, everything sad— madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to figure
I awakened to dryness and the fern… the potted plants yellow as corn; my woman was gone and the empty bottles like bled co… surrounded me with their uselessne…
this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with newspapers stuffed into
half drunk I left her place her warm blankets and I was hungover didn’t even know what town
The drilling and squeezing continued for weeks but there was little result. When one boil vanished another would appear. I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a...
after the slaughter house there was a bar around the corner and I sat in there and watched the sun go down through the window,
I heard it first while screwing a… who had the biggest box in Scranton. I listened to it again as I wrote… to my mother
red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”
my grandfather was a tall German with a strange smell on his breath… he stood very straight in front of his small house and his wife hated him
the virus holds the concepts give way like rotten shoelaces toothache and bacon dance on the lawn
Then I developed a new system at the racetrack. I pulled in $3,000 in a month and a half while only going to the track two or three times a week. I began to dream. I saw a little house ...
Fay was all right with the pregnancy. For an old gal, she was all right. We waited around at our place. Finally the time came. “It won’t be long,” she said. “I don’t want to get there t...