#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
majestic, magic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—
which reminds me I shacked with Jane for 7 years she was a drunk I loved her my parents hated her
think of the beds used again and again to fuck in to die in. in this land
One night my father took me on his milk route. There were no longer any horsedrawn wagons. The milk trucks now had engines. After loading up at the milk company we drove off on his rout...
We got back to 1010. I had my check. I’d left word that we didn’t want to be disturbed. Tammie and I sat drinking. I’d read 5 or 6 love poems about her. “They knew who I was,” she said....
I saw her when I was in the left… going east on Sunset. she was sitting with her legs crossed reading a paperback.
The next night Bobby and Valerie came over. They had recently moved into my apartment building and now lived across the court. Bobby had on his tight knit shirt. Everything always fitte...
Tony phoned and told me that Jan had left him but that he was a… helped him he said to think about… like D. H. Lawrence pissed off with life in general bu…
do not b other the beagle lying th… away from grass and flowers and pa… dreaming dogdreams, or perhaps dre… nothing, as men do awake; yes, leave him be, in that simple…
I have a saying, “the tough ones a… back.” but Vera was kinder than most, and so I was surprised when she arrived that night
The bandages were helpful. L.A. County Hospital had finally come up with something. The boils drained. They didn’t vanish but they flattened a bit. Yet some new ones would appear and ri...
sit on this bench and look at the sea and the freaks and the lovers. need new eyes a new mouth new pillows, a new woman.
is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer.
it is like this when you slip down, done like a wound-up victrola (you remember those?) and you go downtown