#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
cigarettes wetted with beer from the night before you light one gag open the door for air
I have been hanging here headless for so long that the body has forgotten
he spoke to mice and sparrows and his hair was white at the age… his father beat him every day and… lit candles in the church. his grandmother came while the boy…
naked along the side of the house, 8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oil over my body, Jesus, have I come to this? I once battled in dark alleys for…
you’ve got to fuck a great many wo… beautiful women and write a few decent love poems. and don’t worry about age and/or freshly-arrived talents.
she was in her orange Volks waitin… as I walked up the street with 2 six packs and a pint of sco… and she jumped out and began grabbing the beerbottles…
this one teaches that one lives with his mother and that one is supported by a red… with the brain of a gnat. this one takes speed and has been…
Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?
luxury ocean liners crossing the water full of the indolent and rich passing from this place to that
keep remembering the horses under the moon keep remembering feeding the horse… sugar white oblongs of sugar
each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire,
when Whitman wrote, “I sing the b… I know what he meant I know what he wanted:
Katherine stayed 4 or 5 more days. We had reached the time of the month when it was risky for Katherine to fuck. I couldn’t stand rubbers. Katherine got some contraceptive foam. Meanwhi...
it’s strange when famous people di… whether they have fought the good… the bad one. it’s strange when famous people di… whether we like them or not
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