#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
Mongolian coasts shining in light, listen to the pulse of the sun, the tiger is the same to all of us and high oh so high on the branch
listening to Wagner as outside in the dark the wind bl… trees wave and shake lights go off and on the walls creak and the… bed...
I didn’t have any friends at school, didn’t want any. I felt better being alone. I sat on a bench and watched the others play and they looked foolish to me. During lunch one day I was a...
live alone in a small room and read the newspapers and sleep alone in the dark dreaming of crowds.
this man sometimes forgets who he is. sometimes he thinks he’s the Pope. other times he thinks he’s a
here I am in the ground my mouth open and
I was hungover again, another heat spell was on—a week of 100 degree days. The drinking went on each night, and in the early mornings and days there was The Stone and the impossibility ...
sit on this bench and look at the sea and the freaks and the lovers. need new eyes a new mouth new pillows, a new woman.
they photograph you on your porch and on your couch and standing in the courtyard or leaning against your car these photographers
Back at Chelsey High it was the same. One group of seniors had graduated but they were replaced by another group of seniors with sports cars and expensive clothes. I was never confronte...
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
now the territory is taken, the sacrificial lambs have been sl… as history is scratched again on t… as the bankers scurry to survive, as the young girls paint their hun…
The guide took us all over the building. There were so many of us that they had to break us up into groups. We used the elevator in shifts. We were shown the employee’s cafeteria, the b...
16 years old during the depression I’d come home drunk and all my clothing— shorts, shirts, stockings—
Each night as I got ready to go on in, Joyce had my clothing laid out on the bed. Everything was the most expensive money could buy. I never wore the same pair of pants, the same shirt,...