#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
you go for these wenches, she said… you go for these whores, I’ll bore you. I don’t want to be shit on anymore… I said,
call it love stand it up in the failing light put it in a dress pray sing beg cry laugh
dame some dogs who sleep at night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh
blue fish, the blue night, a blue… everything is blue. and my cats are blue: blue fur, bl… blue whiskers, blue eyes. my bed lamp shines
yeah sure, I’ll be in unless I’m… don’t knock if the lights are out or you hear voices or then I might be reading Proust if someone slips Proust under my d…
I cross the room to the last wall the last window the last pink sun with its arms around the world
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...
washed—up, on shore, the old yello… out again I write from the bed as I did last year.
the drifting of the mind. the slow loss, the leaking away. one’s demise is not very interesti… from my bed I watch 3 birds throug… one coal black, one dark brown, th…
the branches break, the birds fall… the whores stand straight, the bombs stack, evening, morning, night, peanutbutter,
16 and one-half inch neck 68 years old lifts weights body like a young
I am hung by a nail the sun melts my heart I am cousin to the snake
The next night as they moved the group from the main build– ing to the training building, I stopped to talk to Gus the old newsboy. Gus had once been 3rd-ranked welterweight contender b...
After dinner or lunch or whatever it was—with my crazy 12 hour night I was no longer sure what was what—I said, "Look, baby, I’m sorry, but don’t you realize that this job is driving me...
the schoolyard was a horror show:… freaks the beatings up against the wire f… our schoolmates watching glad that they were not the victim…