#AmericanWriters
it sits outside my window now like and old woman going to market… it sits and watches me, it sweats nevously through wire and fog and dog—bark
ask the sidewalk painters of Paris ask the sunlight on a sleeping dog ask the 3 pigs ask the paperboy ask the music of Donizetti
as I go to the escalator young fellow and a lovely young gi… are ahead of me. her pants, her blouse are skintigh… as we ascend
Lila Jane was a girl my age who lived next door. I still wasn’t allowed to play with the children in the neighborhood, but sitting in the bedroom often got dull. I would go out and walk...
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…
in grievous deity my cat walks around he walks around and around with electric tail and
he’s a runt he snarls and scratches chases cars groans in his sleep and has a perfect star above each…
the telephone has not been kind of… of late there have been more and m… from people who want to come over… from people who are depressed from people who are lonely
blue fish, the blue night, a blue… everything is blue. and my cats are blue: blue fur, bl… blue whiskers, blue eyes. my bed lamp shines
had her for 3 units and at mid-term she’d read off how many assignment… stories had been turned in:
my father always said, “early to b… early to rise makes a man healthy,… and wise.” it was lights out at 8 p.m. in our… and we were up at dawn to the smel…
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
first time my father overheard me… this bit of music he asked me, “what is it?” “it’s called Love For Three Oran… I informed him.
they found him walking along the f… all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut off his sexual
Of all the guys left in the neighborhood, Frank was the nicest. We got to be friends, we got to going around together, we didn’t need the other guys much. They had more or less kicked F...