#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
Then I was called down to personnel at the old Federal Build– ing. They let me sit the usual 45 minutes or hour and one half. The man walked me back to a desk. There sat this woman. She...
A sound awakened me. It was not quite daylight. Cecelia was moving around getting dressed. I looked at my watch. “I want to watch the sun come up. I love sunrises!” “I haven’t been able...
what you see is what you see: madhouses are rarely on display. that we still walk about and scratch ourselves and light
don’t undress my love you might find a mannequin: don’t undress the mannequin you might find my love.
you go for these wenches, she said… you go for these whores, I’ll bore you. I don’t want to be shit on anymore… I said,
never even in calmer times have I ever dreamed of bicycling through that
I wait on life like a pregnancy, p… the gut but all I hear now is the piano slamming its teeth throu… brain
by God, I don’t know what to do. they’re so nice to have around. they have a way of playing with the balls
you’ve got to fuck a great many wo… beautiful women and write a few decent love poems. and don’t worry about age and/or freshly-arrived talents.
out of the arms of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on th… by a lady who smokes pot writes songs and stories,
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
It was Christmas season and I learned from the drunk up the hill, who did the trick every Christmas, that they would hire damned near anybody, and so I went and the next thing I knew I ...
this kid used to teach at Kansas… then they moved him out he went to a bean factory then he and his wife moved to the… she got a job and worked while
Van Gogh cut off his ear gave it to a prostitute who flung it away in extreme
I’m soft. I dream too. I let myself dream. I dream of being famous. I dream of walking the streets of London and