#AmericanWriters
big black beard tells me that I don’t feel terror I look at him
Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the… Orthadox to the west. she is dark
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...
Cecelia sat and watched us drink. I could see that I repulsed her. I ate meat. I had no god. I liked to fuck. Nature didn’t interest me. I never voted. I liked wars. Outer space bored m...
I sat in the airport and waited. You never knew about photos. You could never tell. I was nervous. I felt like vomiting. I lit a cigarette and gagged. Why did I do these things? I didn’...
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…
washed—up, on shore, the old yello… out again I write from the bed as I did last year.
Then the supervisor moved us to a new aisle. We had been there ten hours. “Before you begin,” the soup said, "I want to tell you some– thing. Each tray of this type of mail must be stuc...
he hooked to the body hard took it well and loved to fight had seven in a row and a small fle… over one eye,
see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.
my mother, father and I walked to the market once a week for our government relief food: cans of beans, cans of
I am driving down Wilton Avenue when this girl of about 15 dressed in tight blue jeans that grip her behind like two hand… steps out in front of my car
by God, I don’t know what to do. they’re so nice to have around. they have a way of playing with the balls
I was always a natural slob I liked to lay upon the bed in undershirt (stained, of course) (and with cigarette holes)
for five years I have been looking across the way at the side of a red apartment hou… there must be people in there even love in there