#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
cleaned my place the other day first time in ten years and found 100 rejected poems: fastened them all to a clipboard much bad reading.
“...I’ve seen people in front of their typewriters in such a bind that it would blow their intestine… right out of their assholes if the… were trying to shit.”
they took my man off the street the other day he wore an L.A. Rams sweatshirt w… the sleeves cut off
here I’ll be 55 in a week. what will I write about
you’re a beast, she said your big white belly and those hairy feet. you never cut your nails and you have fat hands
it sits outside my window now like and old woman going to market… it sits and watches me, it sweats nevously through wire and fog and dog—bark
he drank wine all night of the 28th, and he kept thinking of her: the way she walked and talked and… the way she told him things that s… but were not, and he knew the colo…
the lilies storm my brain by god by god like nazi storm troopers! do you think I’m going tizzy?
I have been hanging here headless for so long that the body has forgotten
So gramps wrote Joyce a big check and there we were. We rented a little house up on a hill, and then Joyce got this stupid moralistic thing. “We both ought to get jobs,” Joyce said, “to...
the critics now have me drinking champagne and driving a BMW and also married to a socialite from
I began at 6:18 p.m. and Dave Janko did not begin until 10:36 p.m., so it could have been worse. Having a 10:06 thirty minute lunch, I was usually back by the time he got in. In he’d co...
To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine— just a lightbulb
The ex-Japanese wrestler who was into real estate sold Lydia’s house. She had to move out. There was Lydia, Tonto, Lisa and the dog, Bugbutt. In Los Angeles most landlords hang out the ...
she undressed in front of me keeping her pussy to the front while I lay in bed with a bottle o… beer. where’d you get that wart on