#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
in San Francisco the landlady, 80… Victrola up the stairway and I pl… until they beat on the walls. there was a large bucket in the ce… filled with beer and winebottles;
Markov claims I am trying to stab his soul but I’d prefer his wife. put my feet on the coffee table and he says,
Born like this Into this As the chalk faces smile As Mrs. Death laughs As the elevators break
red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”
luxury ocean liners crossing the water full of the indolent and rich passing from this place to that
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of sweat on the table
you sit on the couch with me tonight new woman. have you seen the
One night I was assigned to the stool next to Butchner. He didn’t stick any mail. He just sat there. And talked. A young girl came in and sat down at the end of the aisle. I heard Butch...
when God created love he didn’t he… when God created dogs He didn’t h… when God created plants that was a… when God created hate we had a sta… when God created me He created me
a symphony orchestra. there is a thunderstorm, they are playing a Wagner overture and the people leave their seats u… and run inside to the pavilion
my first and only wife painted and she talked to me about it: it’s all so painful
think of de vils in hell and stare at a beautiful vase of flowers as the woman in my bedroom
But the next morning it was the sa… “That’s all, Chinaski. Nothing fo… It went on for a week. I sat ther… Then Bobby Hansen, one of the old… “I don’t care. I’m not kissing hi…
the pleasures of the damned are limited to brief moments of happiness: like the eyes in the look of a dog… like a square of wax,
16 years old during the depression I’d come home drunk and all my clothing— shorts, shirts, stockings—