#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
the lilies storm my brain by god by god like nazi storm troopers! do you think I’m going tizzy?
“what?” they say, “you got a computer?” it’s like I have sold out to the enemy. I had no idea so many
the feelings I get driving past the railroad yard never on purpose but on my way to… are the feelings other men have fo… see the tracks and all the boxcars
John F. Kennedy flower knocks upo… shot through the neck; the gladiolas gather by the dozens… India dripping into Ceylon;
“you know,” she said, “you were at the bar so you didn’t see but I danced with this guy. we danced and we danced close.
I wait on life like a pregnancy, p… the gut but all I hear now is the piano slamming its teeth throu… brain
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
stepped into the wrong end of the… right leg which was bad to begin w… with a tv writer and an actor, som… life to make a sitcom and luckily… day at the track I get a box seat…
murdered in the alleys of the land frost-bitten against flagpoles pawned by females educated in the dark for the dark vomiting into plugged toilets
I was always a natural slob I liked to lay upon the bed in undershirt (stained, of course) (and with cigarette holes)
One day, just like in grammar school, like with David, a boy attached himself to me. He was small and thin and had almost no hair on top of his head. The guys called him Baldy. His real...
there’s a bluebird in my heart tha… wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I’m not goi… to let anybody see
I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot
the legs are gone and the hopes—th… and I haven’t shaved in sixteen da… but the mailman still makes his ro… water still comes out of the fauce… myself with glazed and milky eyes…
I have been looking at the same lampshade for 5 years and it has gathered