#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
death wants more death, and its we… I remember my father’s garage, how… I would brush the corpses of flies from the windows they thought were… their sticky, ugly, vibrant bodies
I’m not going to die easy; I’ve sat on your suicide beds in some of the worst holes in America,
the weather is hot on the back of… which is down at Finkelstein’s who is gifted with 3 balls but no heart, but you’ve got to un… when the bull goes down
let me speak as a friend although the centuries hang between us and neither you nor I can see the moon. be careful less the onion blind th…
I think of automobiles parked in a parking lot when I think of myself dead I think of frying pans when I think of myself dead
all the women all their kisses the different ways they love and talk and need. their ears they all have
with old cars, especially when you… and drive them for many years a love affair is inevitable: you even learn to accept their little
almost dawn blackbirds on the telephone wire waiting as I eat yesterday’s forgotten sandwich
There was a gang of us down there. 150 or 200. There were tedious papers to fill out. Then we all stood up and faced the flag. The guy who swore us in was the same guy who had sworn me ...
Luckily I had auto insurance that paid for a rental car. I drove Katherine to the racetrack in it. We sat in the sundeck at Hollywood Park near the stretch turn. Katherine said she didn...
you no faces no faces at all laughing at nothing—
The toughest in the station. Apartment houses with boxes that had scrubbed-out names or no names at all, under tiny lightbulbs in dark halls. Old ladies standing in halls, up and down t...
I watched the board and the 6 drop… after a first flash of 18 from a m… of 12...two minutes to post and a… kept jamming against my back, but… I bet 20 to win and walked out to…
That evening I started drinking. It wasn’t going to be easy without Katherine. I found some things she had left behind—earrings, a bracelet. I’ve got to get back to the typewriter, I th...
the soldiers march without guns the graves are empty peacocks glide in the rain down stairways march great men smi… there is food enough and rent enou…