#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in dra… here comes nothing to do all day l… here comes another night of no sle… here comes the phone ringing the w…
I cut the middle fingernail of the… finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt
Julio came by with his guitar and… latest song. Julio was famous, he wrote songs a… published books of little drawings… poems.
I looked for a job all summer and couldn’t find one. Jimmy Hatcher caught on at an aircraft plant. Hitler was acting up in Europe and creating jobs for the unemployed. I had been with J...
the weather is hot on the back of… which is down at Finkelstein’s who is gifted with 3 balls but no heart, but you’ve got to un… when the bull goes down
sway with me, everything sad— madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to figure
The next day Katherine phoned me. She said she had the tickets and would be landing at L.A. International Friday at 2:30 pm. “Katherine,” I said, “there’s something I’ve got to tell you...
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…
almost dawn blackbirds on the telephone wire waiting as I eat yesterday’s forgotten sandwich
64 days and nights in that place, chemotherapy, antibiotics, blood running into the catheter. leukemia.
the acute and terrible air hangs w… as summer birds mingle in the bran… and warble and mystify the clamor of the mind… an old parrot
when God created love he didn’t he… when God created dogs He didn’t h… when God created plants that was a… when God created hate we had a sta… when God created me He created me
since my last name was Fuch, he sa… believe the school yard was tough:… powder down my neck, threw gravel… with rubber bands in class, and ou… me names, well, one name mainly, o…
cigarettes wetted with beer from the night before you light one gag open the door for air
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,