#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
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
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…
murdered in the alleys of the land frost-bitten against flagpoles pawned by females educated in the dark for the dark vomiting into plugged toilets
almost dawn blackbirds on the telephone wire waiting as I eat yesterday’s forgotten sandwich
absolutely sesamoid said the skeleton shoving his chalky foot upon my desk, and that was it,
washed—up, on shore, the old yello… out again I write from the bed as I did last year.
they stop out front here looks as if the car is on fire the smoke blazes blue from the hoo… the motor sounds like cannon shots the car humps wildly
They are building a house half a block down and I sit up here with the shades down listening to the sounds,
he was easy, fat as a hummingbird and I had him blowing, I jabbed and crossed and took my t… everybody was waiting for the main… drinking beer, and I was thinking
she cut my toenails the night befo… and in the morning she said, “I th… just lay here all day.” which meant she wasn’t going to wo… she was at my apartment—which mean…
Every night was about the same. I’d drive along the coast looking for a place to have dinner. I wanted an expensive place that wasn’t too crowded. I developed a nose for those places. I...
we were in bed and she started to fight: “you son of a bitch! you just wait… I’ll get you!” I began laughing:
I was shacked with a 24 year old girl from New York City for two weeks—about the time of the garbage
it was on the 2nd floor on Coronad… I used to get drunk and throw the radio through the wi… while it was playing, and, of cour… it would break the glass in the wi…
old grey-haired waitresses in cafes at night have given it up, and as I walk down sidewalks of light and look into windows