#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
sometimes you climb out of bed in… I’m not going to make it, but you… remembering all the times you’ve f… you walk to the bathroom, do your… in the mirror, oh my oh my oh my,…
I would, of course, prefer to be w… instead of with a photograph of an… to the sound of the anvil chorus a… girls kicking high, showing everyt… but I might as well be dead right…
One Sunday Jimmy talked me into going to the beach with him. He wanted to go swimming. I didn’t want to he seen wearing swimming trunks because my hack was covered with boils and scars....
I can remember starving in a small room in a strange city shades pulled down, listening to classical music I was young I was so young it hur…
during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores
it was up in San Francisco after my poetry reading. it had been a nice crowd I had gotten my money I had this place upstairs
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
I only met one student at City College that I liked, Robert Becker. He wanted to be a writer. “I’m going to learn everything there is to learn about writing. It will be like taking a ca...
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and nothing.
the Mexican dancer shook her fans… me and her ass at me, I didn’t ask her to and my woman got mad and ran out of th… it began raining and you could hea…
he comes out at 7:30 a.m. every da… with 3 peanut butter sandwiches, a… there’s one can of beer which he floats in the baitbucket. he fishes for hours with a small t…
it is not very good to not get through whether it’s the wall the human mind
the best often die by their own ha… just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody
she drives into the parking lot wh… I am leaning up against the fender… she’s drunk and her eyes are wet w… “you son of a bitch, you fucked me… didn’t want to. you told me to kee…
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.