#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I get too many phone calls. they seek the creature out. they shouldn’t.
“It’s the manager, Freddy. He has started whistling this song. He’s whistling it when I come in in the morning and he never stops, and he’s whistling it when I go home at night. It’s be...
I go to pick her up. she’s on some errand. she always has errands many things to do. I have nothing to do.
Jack London drinking his life awa… writing of strange and heroic men. Eugene O’Neill drinking himself o… while writing his dark and poetic works.
dame some dogs who sleep at night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh
Abe Mortenson was had enough to be around but he was just a fool. You can forgive a fool because he only runs in one direction and doesn’t deceive anybody. It’s the deceivers who make y...
I tried it standing up this time. it doesn’t usually work. this time it seemed
they took my man off the street the other day he wore an L.A. Rams sweatshirt w… the sleeves cut off
as the poems go into the thousands… realize that you’ve created very little. it comes down to the rain, the sun… the traffic, the nights and the da…
in the Valkerie Mountains among the strutting peacocks I found a flower as large as my head
I have a saying, “the tough ones a… back.” but Vera was kinder than most, and so I was surprised when she arrived that night
The next night as they moved the group from the main build– ing to the training building, I stopped to talk to Gus the old newsboy. Gus had once been 3rd-ranked welterweight contender b...
red face Texas and age he’s at an L.A. racetrack
the lady has me temporarily off th… and now the pecker stands up better. however, things change overnight— instead of listening to Shostakovi…
this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias