#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
over my radio now comes the sound of a truly mad org… can see some monk drunk in a cellar mind gone or found,
at one stage in my life I met a man who claimed to have visited Pound at St. Elizabeths. then I met a woman who not only claimed to have visited
old grey-haired waitresses in cafes at night have given it up, and as I walk down sidewalks of light and look into windows
I don’t beat the walls with my fis… I just sit but it rushes in a tide of it. the woman in the court behind me h…
at the window I watch a man with a power mower the sounds of his doing race like flies and bees
she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite
lonely as a dry and used orchard spread over the earth for use and surrender. shot down like an ex—pug selling dailies on the corner.
hey, said my friend, I want you to… Hangdog Harry, he reminds me of y… and I said, all right, and we went… this cheap hotel. old men sitting around watching
turmoil is the god madness is the god permanent living peace is permanent living death. agony can kill
Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.
she was hot, she was so hot I didn’t want anybody else to have… and if I didn’t get home on time she’d be gone, and I couldn’t bear… I’d go mad. . .
We drank all day and that night I tried again to make love to Mindy. I was astounded and dismayed to find she had a large pussy. An extra large pussy. I hadn’t noticed it the night befo...
I have lain in bed all day but I have written one poem and I am up now looking out the window and like a novelist might say
cigarettes wetted with beer from the night before you light one gag open the door for air
I had agreed to give a reading up north. It was the afternoon before the reading and I was sitting in an apartment at the Holiday Inn drinking beer with Joe Washington, the promoter, an...