#1973 #AmericanWriters #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
there are worse things than being alone but it often takes de cades to realize this and most often
I am hung by a nail the sun melts my heart I am cousin to the snake
I’m soft. I dream too. I let myself dream. I dream of being famous. I dream of walking the streets of London and
all I’ve ever known are whores, ex… madwomen. I see men with quiet, gentle women—I see them in the sup… I see them walking down the street… I see them in their apartments: pe…
was a truly amazing man he pretended to be rich even though we lived on beans and… when we sat down to eat, he said,
my friend is worried about dying he lives in Frisco I live in L.A. he goes to the gym and works with the iron and hits
the drifting of the mind. the slow loss, the leaking away. one’s demise is not very interesti… from my bed I watch 3 birds throug… one coal black, one dark brown, th…
Julio came by with his guitar and… latest song. Julio was famous, he wrote songs a… published books of little drawings… poems.
you know I sat on the same barstool in Phi… 5 years I drank canned heat and the cheape… I was beaten in alleys by well-fed…
One day, just like in grammar school, like with David, a boy attached himself to me. He was small and thin and had almost no hair on top of his head. The guys called him Baldy. His real...
Later in the hospital they were dabbing at my knees with pieces of cotton that had been soaked in something. It burned. My elbows burned too. The doctor was bending over me with a nurse...
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
which reminds me I shacked with Jane for 7 years she was a drunk I loved her my parents hated her
consistency is terrific: shark-mouth grubby interior with an almost perfect body, long blazing hair—
swans die in the Spring too and there it floated dead on a Sunday sideways circling in the current