#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
call it love stand it up in the failing light put it in a dress pray sing beg cry laugh
I tried it standing up this time. it doesn’t usually work. this time it seemed
he was 65, his wife was 66, had Alzheimer’s disease. he had cancer of the mouth. there were
if you can’t stand the heat, he sa… kitchen. you know who said that? Harry Truman. I’m not in the kitchen, I say, I’… oven.
listening to Wagner as outside in the dark the wind bl… trees wave and shake lights go off and on the walls creak and the… bed...
near the corner table in the cafe middle-aged couple sit. they have finished their
washed—up, on shore, the old yello… out again I write from the bed as I did last year.
he drank wine all night of the 28th, and he kept thinking of her: the way she walked and talked and… the way she told him things that s… but were not, and he knew the colo…
murder the roaches spit out paper clips and the helicopter circles and cir… smelling for blood
this is important enough: to get your feelings down, it is better than shaving or cooking beans with garlic. it is the little we can do
I get too many phone calls. they seek the creature out. they shouldn’t.
the night I was going to die I was sweating on the bed and I could hear the crickets and there was a cat fight outside and I could feel my soul dropping…
I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh,
escape from the black widow spider is a miracle as great as art. what a web she can weave slowly drawing you to her she’ll embrace you
these boys have got class they ought to make kings out of old men rolling cigarettes in rooms small enough