#AmericanWriters
the blue pencil of the wave shots of yellow road a steering wheel an insane woman sitting next to you
I had worked my charms on her for a couple of nights in a bar— not that we were new lovers, I had loved her for 16 months but she didn’t want to come to my…
between 2 and 5 p.m. any day and a… Wednesday, it’s 20% off for us old dogs approaching the sunset… it’s strange to be old and not fee… old
once starving in Philadelphia I had a small room it was evening going into night and I stood at my window on the 3r…
smoking a cigarette and noting a m… flattened out against the wall and died as organ music from centuries back… my black radio
—he’s a dandy —small moustache —usually sucking on a cigar he tends to lean into cars as he transacts business
like the fox run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth
I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot
Sam the whorehouse man has squeaky shoes and he walks up and down the court squeaking and talking to
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce-pickers of Salinas?
225 days under grass and you know more than I. they have long taken your blood, you are a dry stick in a basket. is this how it works?
bluebird there’s a bluebird in my heart tha… wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, say, stay in there, I’m not going
there’s Barry in his ripped walkin… he’s on Thorazine is 24 looks 38 lives with his mother in the same
in the winter walking on my ceiling my eyes the size of street… I have 4 feet like a mouse but wash my own underwear—bearded and hungover and a hard-on and no lawy…
I got in the shower and burned my balls last Wednesday. met this painter called Spain, no, he was a cartoonist,