#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
it was up in San Francisco after my poetry reading. it had been a nice crowd I had gotten my money I had this place upstairs
Go to Tibet. Ride a camel. Read the Bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a Beard.
in the center of the action you have to lay down like an anima… until it charges, you have to lay down
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
after the slaughter house there was a bar around the corner and I sat in there and watched the sun go down through the window,
I used to take the back off the telephone and stuff it with ra… and when somebody knocked I wouldn’t answer and if they pers… I’d tell them in terms vulgar
My mother went to her low-paying job each morning and my father, who didn’t have a job, left each morning too. Although most of the neighbors were unemployed he didn’t want them to thin...
she bent over the side of the bed and opened the portfolio along the side of the wall. we were drinking. she said, “you promised me these
she was in her orange Volks waitin… as I walked up the street with 2 six packs and a pint of sco… and she jumped out and began grabbing the beerbottles…
at the track today, Father’s Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a
But there were some good moments. My sometime friend from the neighborhood, Gene, who was a year older than I, had a buddy, Harry Gibson, who had had one professional fight (he’d lost)....
during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores
between 2 and 5 p.m. any day and a… Wednesday, it’s 20% off for us old dogs approaching the sunset… it’s strange to be old and not fee… old
no we can’t we can’t win it I’ve decided we can’t win it just for a while we thought we cou… but that was just for a while
That night I took Tammie to the harness races. We went upstairs to the second deck and sat down. I brought her a program and she stared at it a while. (At the harness races, past perfor...