#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
The ultra-violet ray machine clicked off. I had been treated on both sides. I took off the goggles and began to dress. Miss Ackerman walked in. “Not yet,” she said, “keep your clothes o...
outside my window Sunday. I am eating a grapefruit. church is over at the… Orthodox to the west.
think of de vils in hell and stare at a beautiful vase of flowers as the woman in my bedroom
That evening the phone rang. It was Mercedes. I had met her after giving a poetry reading at Venice Beach. She was about 28, fair body, pretty good legs, a blonde about 5~feet-5, a blue...
have we gone wrong again? we laugh less and less, become more sadly sane. all we want is the absence of others.
this is important enough: to get your feelings down, it is better than shaving or cooking beans with garlic. it is the little we can do
it beats love because there aren’t… wounds: in the morning she turns on the radio, Brahms or… or Stravinsky or Mozart. she boil… eggs counting the seconds out loud…
I read a book about John Dos Pas… the book once radical—communist John ended up in the Hollywood Hi… and reading the Wall Street Journal
waiting for death like a cat that will jump on the bed I am so very sorry for
3 small boys run toward me blowing whistles and they scream you’re under arrest! you’re drunk!
There was death in that place on the hill. I knew it the first day I walked out the screen door and into the backyard. A zing– ing binging buzzing whining sound came right at me: 10,000...
92 years old his tooth has been bothering him had to get it filled he lost his left eye 40 years ago
You had to fill out more papers to get out than to get in. The first page they gave you was a personalized mimeo affair from the postmaster of the city. It began: “I am sorry you are te...
One Sunday Jimmy talked me into going to the beach with him. He wanted to go swimming. I didn’t want to he seen wearing swimming trunks because my hack was covered with boils and scars....
red summers and black satin charcoal and blood ringing the sheets while snails are stepped on and moths go batty