#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
hooray say the roses, today is bla… and we are red as blood. hooray say the roses, today is Wed… and we bloom wher soldiers fell and lovers too,
here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in dra… here comes nothing to do all day l… here comes another night of no sle… here comes the phone wringing the…
they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it all is.
ask the sidewalk painters of Paris ask the sunlight on a sleeping dog ask the 3 pigs ask the paperboy ask the music of Donizetti
nobody goes downtown anymore the plants and trees have been cut… Pershing Square the grass is brown and the street preachers are not a…
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this guy he’s got a crazy eye and he’s brown a dark brown from the sun the Hollywood and Western sun
places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you… that?
There were times when Frank and I were friendly with Chuck, Eddie and Gene. But something would always happen (usually I caused it) and then I would be out, and Frank would be partly ou...
she’s up seeing my doctor trying to get some diet pills; she’s not fat, she needs the speed… I go down to the nearest bar and w… at 3:30 in the afternoon of a tues…
we take what we can see— the engines driving us mad, lovers finally hating; this fish in the market staring upward into our minds;
Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the… Orthadox to the west. she is dark
Our 30 minutes was now devoted to scheme training. They gave us each a deck of cards to learn and stick into pur cases. To pass the scheme you had to throw 100 cards in 8 minutes or les...
suppose like others have come through fire and sword, love gone wrong, head-on crashes, drunk at sea, and I have listened to the simple…
I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot