#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
They had this thing called Training Class, and so for 30 minutes each night, anyhow, we didn’t have to stick mail. A big Italiano got up on the lecture platform to tell us where it was....
they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in midnight age
old grey-haired waitresses in cafes at night have given it up, and as I walk down sidewalks of light and look into windows
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 had to fly to Illinois to give a reading at the University. I hated readings, but they helped with the rent and maybe they helped sell books. They got me out of east Hollywood, they g...
like the fox run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth
red summers and black satin charcoal and blood ringing the sheets while snails are stepped on and moths go batty
sitting in a dark bedroom with 3 j… female. brown paper bags filled with trash… everywhere. is one-thirty in the afternoon.
the ladies of summer will die like… and the lie the ladies of summer will love so long as the price is not forever
red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”
strange warmth, hot and cold femal… I make good love, but love isn’t j… sex. most females I’ve known are ambitious, and I like to lie aroun… on large comfortable pillows at 3…
I suppose like any other boy I had one best friend in the neigh… his name was Eugene and he was big… than I was and one year older. Eugene used to whip me pretty good…
she had huge thighs and a very good laugh she laughed at everything and the curtains were yellow and I finished
the canaries were there, and the l… and the old woman with warts; and I was there, a child and I touched the piano keys as they talked—
the illusion is that you are simpl… reading this poem. the reality is that this is more than a poem.