#AmericanWriters
John F. Kennedy flower knocks upo… shot through the neck; the gladiolas gather by the dozens… India dripping into Ceylon;
wha’, what did you expect? a schoo… some more practical lover filling… I’m a fool and no gentleman: I wa… with Crane in pajamas, but suicide… there’s less and less to kill.
see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.
I have been hanging here headless for so long that the body has forgotten
Jr. high went by quickly enough. About the 8th grade, going into the 9th, I broke out with acne. Many of the guys had it but not like mine. Mine was really terrible. I was the worst cas...
they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it all is.
was on the train to Del Mar and I… to go to the bar car. I had a beer… back and sat down. pardon me,” said the lady next to… sitting in my husband’s seat.”
listening to Bruckner on the radio wondering why I’m not half mad over the latest breakup with my latest girlfriend wondering why I’m not driving the…
he’s a runt he snarls and scratches chases cars groans in his sleep and has a perfect star above each…
I feel gypped by dunces as if reality were the property of little men with luck and a headstart, and I sit in the cold
Long walks at night— that’s what good for the soul: peeking into windows watching tired housewives trying to fight off
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…
After dinner or lunch or whatever it was—with my crazy 12 hour night I was no longer sure what was what—I said, "Look, baby, I’m sorry, but don’t you realize that this job is driving me...
Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.
in the winter walking on my ceiling my eyes the size of street… I have 4 feet like a mouse but wash my own underwear—bearded and hungover and a hard-on and no lawy…