#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
don’t undress my love you might find a mannequin: don’t undress the mannequin you might find my love.
3 small boys run toward me blowing whistles and they scream you’re under arrest! you’re drunk!
and the sun wields mercy but like a jet torch carried to hi… and the jets whip across its sight and rockets leap like toads, and the boys get out the maps
he was 65, his wife was 66, had Alzheimer’s disease. he had cancer of the mouth. there were
you’re a beast, she said your big white belly and those hairy feet. you never cut your nails and you have fat hands
bluebird there’s a bluebird in my heart tha… wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, say, stay in there, I’m not going
I read a book about John Dos Pas… the book once radical—communist John ended up in the Hollywood Hi… and reading the Wall Street Journal
I was editing a little magazine at the time, The Laxative Approach. I had two co-editors and we felt that we were printing the best poets of our time. Also some of the other kind. One o...
I’ve watched this city burn twice in my lifetime and the most notable event was the reaction of the politicians in the
Phillipe ’s is an old time cafe off Alameda street just a little north and east of the main post office. Phillipe’s opens at 5 a.m.
he’s a runt he snarls and scratches chases cars groans in his sleep and has a perfect star above each…
she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite
I had to take a shit but instead I went into this shop to have a key made. the woman was dressed
listening to Bruckner on the radio wondering why I’m not half mad over the latest breakup with my latest girlfriend wondering why I’m not driving the…
I cross the room to the last wall the last window the last pink sun with its arms around the world