#AmericanWriters
I had to take a shit but instead I went into this shop to have a key made. the woman was dressed
we were in bed and she started to fight: “you son of a bitch! you just wait… I’ll get you!” I began laughing:
dying has its rough edge. no escaping now. the warden has his eye on me. his bad eye. I’m doing hard time now.
I was coming home from classes down Westview hill. I never had any books to carry. I passed my exams by listening to the class lectures and by guessing at the answers. I never had to cr...
the rooms at the hospital went for 550 a day. that was for the room alone. the amazing thing, though, was tha… in some of the rooms
I had agreed to give a reading up north. It was the afternoon before the reading and I was sitting in an apartment at the Holiday Inn drinking beer with Joe Washington, the promoter, an...
The track had moved down the coast a hundred miles or so. I kept paying the rent on my apartment in town, got in my car and drove down. Once or twice a week I would drive back to the ap...
My mother went to her low-paying job each morning and my father, who didn’t have a job, left each morning too. Although most of the neighbors were unemployed he didn’t want them to thin...
feet of cheese coffeepot soul hands that hate poolsticks eyes like paperclips I prefer red wine
I paid this one’s fare all the way… to San Francisco then flew up to meet her at her br… and I got drunk and talked all night about a redhe…
her shoes themselves would light my room like many candles. she walks like all things shining on glass,
I had this room in front on DeLon… and I used to sit for hours in the daytime looking out the front window.
I walked off the job again and the police stopped me for running a red light at Serrano… my mind was rather gone and I stood in a patch of leaves
this Friday night the Mexican girls at the Catholic… look especially good their husbands are in the bars and the Mexican girls look young
I could see the road ahead of me. I was poor and I was going to stay poor. But I didn’t particularly want money. I didn’t know what I wanted. Yes, I did. I wanted someplace to hide out,...