#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
Bobby’s wife worked two nights a week and when she was gone he got on the telephone. I knew that on Tuesday and Thursday nights he would be lonely. It was Tuesday night when the phone r...
We are like roses that have never… bloom when we should have bloomed… it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting
here I am in the ground my mouth open and
now the territory is taken, the sacrificial lambs have been sl… as history is scratched again on t… as the bankers scurry to survive, as the young girls paint their hun…
I didn’t know exactly why but Chuck, Eddie, Gene and Frank let me join them in some of their games. I think it started when another guy showed up and they needed three on a side. I stil...
half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the
Some say we should keep personal r… poem, stay abstract, and there is some r… but jezus; twelve poems gone and I don’t keep…
sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;
I went to my place, started drinking. I snapped on the radio and found some classical music. I got my Coleman lantern out of the closet. I turned out the lights and sat playing with the...
I forget the beginning time. 6 or 7 p.m. Something like that. All you did was sit with a handful of letters, take a streetmap and figure your run. It was easy. All the drivers took much...
in the center of the action you have to lay down like an anima… until it charges, you have to lay down
the dead dogs of nowhere bark as you approach another traffic accident. cars one standing on its
you just don’t know how to do it, you know that, and you can’t do a lot of other useful things either. it’s the fault of the
ask the sidewalk painters of Paris ask the sunlight on a sleeping dog ask the 3 pigs ask the paperboy ask the music of Donizetti
you know I sat on the same barstool in Phi… 5 years I drank canned heat and the cheape… I was beaten in alleys by well-fed…