#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I go to pick her up. she’s on some errand. she always has errands many things to do. I have nothing to do.
the strong men the muscle men there they sit down at the beach cocoa tans
having the low down blues and goin… into a restraunt to eat. you sit at a table. the waitress smiles at you. she’s dumpy. her ass is too big.
We are like roses that have never… bloom when we should have bloomed… it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting
the old fart, he used his literary… to reel them in one at a time, each younger than the last. he liked to meet them for luncheon… wine
I never wear dark shades but this red head went to get a prescription filled on Hollywood… and she kept haggling and working… me, snapping and snarling.
they go on writing pumping out poems— young boys and college professors wives who drink wine all afternoon while their husbands work,
she lived in Galveston and was int… T.M. and I went down to visit her and w… continually even though it was ver… weather
no we can’t we can’t win it I’ve decided we can’t win it just for a while we thought we cou… but that was just for a while
I had just won $115 from the heads… was naked upon my bed listening to an opera by one of th… and had just gotten rid of a very… when there was a knock upon the wo…
of course, I may die in the next t… and I’m ready for that but what I’m really worried about… that my editor—publisher might ret… even though he is ten years younge…
she’s from Texas and weighs 103 pounds and stands before the mirror combing oceans of reddish hair
am sitting on a tin chair outside… death, on stinking wings, wafts th… halls forevermore. remember the hospital stenches fro… was a boy and when I was a man and…
keep remembering the horses under the moon keep remembering feeding the horse… sugar white oblongs of sugar
out of the arm of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on th… by a lady who smokes pot writes songs and stories