#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
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…
cleaned my place the other day first time in ten years and found 100 rejected poems: fastened them all to a clipboard much bad reading.
Information has been received in this office indicating that you were arrested by the Los Angeles Police Department on March 12, 1969, on a drunk charge. In this connection, your atten...
listen, man, don’t tell me about t… sent, we didn’t receive them, we are very careful with manuscrip… we bake them burn them
In the morning I heard her walkin… It was about 10:30 a.m. I was sic… She shook me. “Listen, I want you… “So what? I’ll screw her too.” “Yeah,” she laughed, “yeah.”
shot in the eye shot in the brain shot in the ass shot like a flower in the dance amazing how death wins hands down
long ago he edited a little magazi… was up in San Francisco during the beat era during the reading-poetry-with-jaz… and I remember him because he neve…
I’m out of matches. the springs in my couch are broken. they stole my footlocker. they stole my oil painting of
takes lot of desperation dissatisfaction and
Jimmy Hatcher worked part time in a grocery store. While none of us could get jobs he could always get one. He had his little movie star face and his mother had a great body. With his f...
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—
Bach, I said, he had 20 children. he played the horses during the da… he f—ed at night and drank in the mornings. he wrote music in between.
my friend is worried about dying he lives in Frisco I live in L.A. he goes to the gym and works with the iron and hits
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…
I feel gypped by dunces as if reality were the property of little men with luck and a headstart, and I sit in the cold