#AmericanWriters
he has on blue jeans and tennis sh… and walks with two young girls about his age. every now and then he leaps into the air and
the bulls are grand as the side of… and although they kill them for th… it is the bull that burns the fire… and although there are cowardly bu… there are cowardly matadors and co…
you came out, she said, and then you kicked this guy’s car and then you threw yourself into a… you crushed the whole bush,
In bed I had something in front o… “Sorry, baby,” I said. Then I ro… Then something awakened me. It wa… “Go, baby, go!” I told her. I arched my back now and then. Sh…
more wasted days, gored days, evaporated days. more squandered days, days pissed away,
After nine or ten hours people began getting sleepy and falling into their cases, catching themselves just in time. We were working the zoned mail. If a letter read zone 28 you stuck it...
But, there were still bits of action. One guy was caught on the same stairway that I had been trapped on. He was caught there with his head under some girl’s skirt. Then one of the girl...
I went to my place, started drinking. I snapped on the radio and found some classical music. I got my Coleman lantern out of the closet. I turned out the lights and sat playing with the...
After Debra left for work the next morning I bathed, then tried to watch t.v. I walked around naked and noticed that I could be seen from the street through the front window. So I had a...
I’m soft. I dream too. I let myself dream. I dream of being famous. I dream of walking the streets of London and
To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine— just a lightbulb
used to drive those trucks so hard and for so long that my right foot would go dead from pushing down on the accelerator.
“It’s the manager, Freddy. He has started whistling this song. He’s whistling it when I come in in the morning and he never stops, and he’s whistling it when I go home at night. It’s be...
the old folks play a game in the park overlooking the sea shoving markers across cement with wooden sticks. four play, two on each side
I think of automobiles parked in a parking lot when I think of myself dead I think of frying pans when I think of myself dead