#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
drunk and writing poems at 3 a.m. what counts now is one more tight
“Be quiet. Don’t wake Dancy. She’s my daughter. She’s 6 years I had a 6-pack of beer. Tammie put it in the refrigerator and came out with two bottles. “My daughter mustn’t see anything....
you consult psychiatrists and phil… when things aren’t going well and whores when they are. the whores are there for young boy… men; to the young boys they say,
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...
the girls were young and worked the streets but often couldn’t score, they
I still get letters in the mail, m… men in tiny rooms with factory job… living with whores or no woman at… booze and madness. Most of their letters are on lined…
he was just a cat cross-eyed, dirty white with pale blue eyes
In the morning Dee Dee drove me to the Sunset Strip for breakfast. The Mercedes was black and shone in the sun. We drove past the billboards and the nightclubs and the fancy restaurants...
I didn’t have any friends at school, didn’t want any. I felt better being alone. I sat on a bench and watched the others play and they looked foolish to me. During lunch one day I was a...
was on the train to Del Mar and I… to go to the bar car. I had a beer… back and sat down. pardon me,” said the lady next to… sitting in my husband’s seat.”
I’m soft. I dream too. I let myself dream. I dream of being famous. I dream of walking the streets of London and
I’m in bed. it’s morning and I hear: where are your socks? please get dressed!
sick with the flu drinking beer my radio on loud enough to overcome the sounds of the
I had to take a shit but instead I went into this shop to have a key made. the woman was dressed
good weather is like good women— it doesn’t always happen and when it does