#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
rose red sunlight; take it apart in the garage like a puzzle:
it was on the 2nd floor on Coronad… I used to get drunk and throw the radio through the wi… while it was playing, and, of cour… it would break the glass in the wi…
which reminds me I shacked with Jane for 7 years she was a drunk I loved her my parents hated her
shot off his left ear then his right, and then tore off his belt buckle with hot lead, and then
sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;
Lila Jane was a girl my age who lived next door. I still wasn’t allowed to play with the children in the neighborhood, but sitting in the bedroom often got dull. I would go out and walk...
stew at noon, my dear; and look: the ants, the sawdust, the mica plants, the shadows of banks like bad jokes; do you think we’ll hear
another bed another woman more curtains another bathroom another kitchen
red face Texas and age he’s at an L.A. racetrack
Slipping keenly into bright ashes, target of vanilla tears your sure body lit candles for men on dark nights, and now your night is darker
But, there were still bits of action. One guy was caught on the same stairway that I had been trapped on. He was caught there with his head under some girl’s skirt. Then one of the girl...
On Thanksgiving Iris prepared the turkey and put it in the oven. Bobby and Valerie came over for a few drinks but they didn’t stay. It was refreshing. Iris had on another dress, just as...
I get too many phone calls. they seek the creature out. they shouldn’t.
outside my window Sunday. I am eating a grapefruit. church is over at the… Orthodox to the west.
I had just won $115 from the heads… was naked upon my bed listening to an opera by one of th… and had just gotten rid of a very… when there was a knock upon the wo…