#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
drinking German beer and trying to come up with the immortal poem at 5 p.m. in the afternoon. but, ah, I’ve told the
takes lot of desperation dissatisfaction and
I had Fridays and Saturdays off, which made Sunday the roughest day. Plus the fact that on Sunday they made me report at 3:30 p.m. instead of my usual 6:18 p.m. This Sunday I went in an...
The boys on Dorsey station didn’t know my problems. I’d enter through the back way each night, hide my sweater in a tray and walk in to get my timecard: We had a game going, the black-w...
yesterday drunken Alice gave me a jar of fig jam and today she whistles
So I took the exam, passed it, took the physical, passed it, and there I was—a substitute mail carrier. It began easy. I was sent to West Avon Station and it was just like Christmas exc...
once starving in Philadelphia I had a small room it was evening going into night and I stood at my window on the 3r…
When Jonstone saw me the next 5 a.m. he spun in his swivel and his face and his shirt were the same color. But he said nothing. I didn’t care. I had been up to 2 a.m. drinking and screw...
I mean, I just slept I awoke with a fly on my elbow and I named the fly Benny then I killed him and then I got up and looked in th…
Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the… Orthadox to the west. she is dark
used to drive those trucks so hard and for so long that my right foot would go dead from pushing down on the accelerator.
Meanwhile, there was still Joyce, and her geraniums, and a couple of million if I could hang on. Joyce and the flies and the geraniums. I worked the night shift, 12 hours, and she pawed...
looking out the window smoking rolled cigarettes drinking Sanka and watching the workers come on in
you shoulda been at this party, I know you hate parties but you seem to be at most of them… anyhow, I took my girl, you know her—
the droll noon where squadrons of worms creep up like stripteasers to be raped by blackbirds. I go outside