#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
bet on #6, I try red, I stare at… wonder what Chekhov would do, and… blue plates sit eating the carnage… and look very much like Russians a… my left tit and try to smile like…
knew you were a bad-ass,” he said. you sat in the back of Art class a… you never said anything. then I saw you in that brutal figh… with the guy with the dirty yellow
A month went by. R.A. Dwight, the editor of Dogbite Press wrote and asked me to do a foreword to Keesing’s Selected Poems. Keesing, with the help of his death, was at last going to get ...
I looked for a job all summer and couldn’t find one. Jimmy Hatcher caught on at an aircraft plant. Hitler was acting up in Europe and creating jobs for the unemployed. I had been with J...
drive to the beach at night in the winter and sit and look at the burned-dow… wonder why they just let it sit th… in the water.
yes, it’s dark in here. can’t open the door. can’t open the jam lid. can’t find a pair of socks that ma… was born in Andernach in 1920 and…
see this final storm as nothing ve… the world; there are so many more important t… consider. see this final storm as nothing ve…
dame some dogs who sleep at night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh
this poet he’d been drinking 2 or 3 days and he walked out on the stage and looked at that audience and he just knew he was going to do it. there was a grand piano on stage and he walke...
One night I was coming around the corner after sneaking down to the cafeteria for a pack of smokes. And there was a face I knew. It was Tom Moto! The guy I had subbed with under The Sto...
red summers and black satin charcoal and blood ringing the sheets while snails are stepped on and moths go batty
I finally, got a day off, and you know what I did? I got up early before Joyce got back in and I went down to the market to do a little shopping, and maybe I was crazy. I walked through...
my friend is worried about dying he lives in Frisco I live in L.A. he goes to the gym and works with the iron and hits
the higher you climb the greater the pressure. those who manage to endure learn
good weather is like good women— it doesn’t always happen and when it does