#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
the goldfish sing all night with g… and the whores go down with the st… the whores go down with the stars I’m sorry, sir, we close at 4:30, besides yr mother’s neck is dirty,
I finally, got a day off, and you know what I did? I got up early before Joyce got back in and I went down to the market to do a little shopping, and maybe I was crazy. I walked through...
the dream of a man is a whore with a gold tooth and a garter belt, perfumed with false eyebrows
love, he said, gas kiss me off kiss my lips kiss my hair my fingers
twitching in the sheets— to face the sunlight again, that’s clearly trouble. I like the city better when the
the rag. she sat there, glooming. I couldn’t do anything with her. it was raining. she got up and left.
around 2 a.m. in my small room after turning off the poem machine for now
you have to have it or the walls w… in. you have to give everything up, th… away, everything away. you have to look at what you look…
in the hospitals and jails it’s the worst in madhouses it’s the worst in penthouses
John F. Kennedy flower knocks upo… shot through the neck; the gladiolas gather by the dozens… India dripping into Ceylon;
looking out the window smoking rolled cigarettes drinking Sanka and watching the workers come on in
A couple of nights later Becker walked in. I guess my parents gave him my address or he located me through the college. I had my name and address listed with the employment division at ...
“What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?” We got into my car and she told me where she lived. We stopped for a couple of big steaks, vegetables, stuff for a salad, potatoes, b...
Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?
I took Tammie. We got there a little early and went to a bar across the street. We got a table. “Now don’t drink too much, Hank. You know how you slur your words and miss your lines whe...