#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
dogs and angels are not very different. I often go to this place to eat about 2:30 in the afternoon
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
Her father really hated me. He thought I was after his money. I didn’t want his god damned money. And I didn’t even want his god damned precious daughter. The only time I ever saw him w...
I was hungover again, another heat spell was on—a week of 100 degree days. The drinking went on each night, and in the early mornings and days there was The Stone and the impossibility ...
we are always asked to understand the other person’s viewpoint no matter how out—dated
I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot
Back at Chelsey High it was the same. One group of seniors had graduated but they were replaced by another group of seniors with sports cars and expensive clothes. I was never confronte...
I have just spent one—hour—and—a—h… handicapping tomorrow’s card. when am I going to get at the poem… well, they’ll just have to wait
I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train
I know that some night in some bedroom soon my fingers will rift
in the Valkerie Mountains among the strutting peacocks I found a flower as large as my head
boy, don’t come around here tellin… can’t cut it, that they’re pitching you low and insid… they are conspiring against you, that all you want is a chance but…
the cops want me to come down and… some guy who tried to rape me. I’ve lost the key to my car again;… the key to open the door but not t… to start it.
sitting in a dark bedroom with 3 j… female. brown paper bags filled with trash… everywhere. is one-thirty in the afternoon.
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,