#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
when I was in grammar school my parents were poor and in my lunch bag there was only a peanut butter sandwich.
I keep thinking it will be outside now waiting for me blue front bumper twisted
they laugh continually even when a board falls down and destroys a face or distorts a
the illusion is that you are simpl… reading this poem. the reality is that this is more than a poem.
I can see myself now after all these suicide days and n… being wheeled out of one of those… (of course, this is only if I get… by a subnormal and bored nurse
I paid this one’s fare all the way… to San Francisco then flew up to meet her at her br… and I got drunk and talked all night about a redhe…
absolutely sesamoid said the skeleton shoving his chalky foot upon my desk, and that was it,
starving there, sitting around the… and at night walking the streets f… hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to me, maybe it was,
we talk about this film: Cagney fed this broad grapefruit faster than she could eat it and
red face Texas and age he’s at an L.A. racetrack
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
was on the train to Del Mar and I… to go to the bar car. I had a beer… back and sat down. pardon me,” said the lady next to… sitting in my husband’s seat.”
Graduation Day. We filed in with our caps and gowns to “Pomp and Circumstance.” I suppose that in our three years we must have learned something. Our ability to spell had probably impro...
I read last Saturday in the redwoods outside of Santa Cruz and I was about 3/4's finished when I heard a long high scream and a quite attractive
Lydia returned and found a nice apartment in the Burbank area. She seemed to care a lot more for me than before we parted. “My husband had this big cock and that’s all he had. He had no...