#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
he packaged it up neatly in differ… sending the legs to an aunt in St.… the head to a scoutmaster in Brook… the belly to a cross-eyed butcher… the female organs were sent to a y…
I had worked my charms on her for a couple of nights in a bar— not that we were new lovers, I had loved her for 16 months but she didn’t want to come to my…
“Get a seat for her, put her on the tab,” I told Marty. “All right. We’ll set her up. We’re S.R.O. We’ve had to turn away 150 and it’s 30 minutes before you go on.” “I want to introduce...
he used to sell papers in front: Get your winners! Get rich on a d… and about the 3rd or 4th race you’d see him rolling in on his ro… with roller skates underneath.
in the slow Mexican air I watched… and they cut off his ear, and his… no more terror than a rock. driving back the next day we stopp… and watched the golden red and blu…
the dead dogs of nowhere bark as you approach another traffic accident. cars one standing on its
by God, I don’t know what to do. they’re so nice to have around. they have a way of playing with the balls
I can remember starving in a small room in a strange city shades pulled down, listening to classical music I was young I was so young it hur…
the swans drown in bilge water, take down the signs, test the poisons, barricade the cow from the bull,
shot in the eye shot in the brain shot in the ass shot like a flower in the dance amazing how death wins hands down
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…
watch you walking with your machin… ah, you’re too stupid to be cut li… you’re too stupid to let anything… the girls won’t use their knives o… they don’t want to
little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won’t flinch and
I was hungover again, another heat spell was on—a week of 100 degree days. The drinking went on each night, and in the early mornings and days there was The Stone and the impossibility ...
majestic, majic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—