#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
love, he said, gas kiss me off kiss my lips kiss my hair my fingers
I saw a vacancy sign in the window in front of a rooming-house, had the cabby pull up. I paid him and walked up on the front porch, rang the bell. I had one black eye from the fight, an...
she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankl… and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists my god,
they photograph you on your porch and on your couch and standing in the courtyard or leaning against your car these photographers
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
the illusion is that you are simpl… reading this poem. the reality is that this is more than a poem.
call it th e green house effect or… but it just doesn’t rain like it used to. particularly remember the rains of… depression era.
I didn’t know exactly why but Chuck, Eddie, Gene and Frank let me join them in some of their games. I think it started when another guy showed up and they needed three on a side. I stil...
the dead dogs of nowhere bark as you approach another traffic accident. cars one standing on its
I got in the shower and burned my balls last Wednesday. met this painter called Spain, no, he was a cartoonist,
red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”
big black beard tells me that I don’t feel terror I look at him
this man used to be an interesting writer, he was able to say brisk and refreshing things. at the time
never even in calmer times have I ever dreamed of bicycling through that
eating cold plums in bed she told me about the German who owned everything on the block except the custom drapery shop and he tried to buy