#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias
you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not
I had been sleeping on a terrible mattress with the springs sticking into me for several years. That afternoon when I awakened I pulled the mattress off the bed, dragged it outside, and...
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…
the old L.A. Public Library burn… down that library downtown and with it went large part of my
Cecelia sat and watched us drink. I could see that I repulsed her. I ate meat. I had no god. I liked to fuck. Nature didn’t interest me. I never voted. I liked wars. Outer space bored m...
the ladies of summer will die like… and the lie the ladies of summer will love so long as the price is not forever
In the betting line the other day man behind me asked, “are you Henry Chinaski?”
terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat
Some say we should keep personal r… poem, stay abstract, and there is some r… but jezus; twelve poems gone and I don’t keep…
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...
I drank for the next week. I drank night and day and wrote 25 or 30 mournful poems about lost love. It was Friday night when the phone rang. It was Mercedes. “I got married,” she said, ...
naked along the side of the house, 8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oil over my body, Jesus, have I come to this? I once battled in dark alleys for…
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…
this man sometimes forgets who he is. sometimes he thinks he’s the Pope. other times he thinks he’s a