#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
My German doctor walked up. The one who had given me the blood tests. “Congratulations,” he said, shaking my hand, "it’s a girl. 9 pounds, 3 ounces.” “The mother will be all right. She ...
you’re a beast, she said your big white belly and those hairy feet. you never cut your nails and you have fat hands
the girls are coming home in their… and I sit by the window and watch. there’s a girl in a red dress driving a white car
we had goldfish and they circled a… in the bowl on the table near the… covering the picture window and my mother, always smiling, wanting… to be happy, told me, ‘be happy He…
The drilling and squeezing continued for weeks but there was little result. When one boil vanished another would appear. I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a...
half drunk I left her place her warm blankets and I was hungover didn’t even know what town
once bought a toy rabbit at a department store and now he sits and ponders me with pink sheer eyes: He wants golf balls and glass
That night I gave another bad reading. I didn’t care. They didn’t care. If John Cage could get one thousand dollars for eating an apple, I’d accept $500 plus air fare for being a lemon....
don’t undress my love you might find a mannequin: don’t undress the mannequin you might find my love.
That Tuesday night we were sitting at my place drinking; Tammie, me and her brother, Jay. The phone rang. It was Bobby. “Louie and his wife are down here and she’d like to meet you.” Lo...
I’m glad when they arrive and I’m glad when they leave I’m glad when I hear their heels approaching my door and I’m glad when those heels
My drinking slowed down the next week. I went to the racetrack to get fresh air and sunshine and plenty of walking. At night I drank, wondering why I was still alive, how the scheme wor...
I was glad I had money in the Sav… Friday afternoon hungover I didn’t have a job I was glad I had money in the Sav… I didn’t know how to play a guitar
terrible arguments. and, at last, lying peacefully on her large bed which is spread in red with cool patterns o…
sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;