#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
of late I’ve had this thought that this country has gone backwards or 5 de cades
see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.
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…
I stop my car at the signal I see her walking past the graveya… as she walks past the iron fence I can see through the iron fence and I see the headstones
there are many single women in the… with one or two or three children and one wonders where the husbands have gone or where the lovers have gone
sometimes after you get your ass kicked real good by the forces you often wish you were a crane standing on one leg in blue water
On the elevator up, I was the only white man there. It seemed strange. They talked about the riots, not looking at me. “Jesus,” said a coal black guy, "it’s really something. These guys...
I saw her when I was in the left… going east on Sunset. she was sitting with her legs crossed reading a paperback.
It was a Wednesday night, 12:30 am and I was very sick. My stomach was raw, but I managed to hold down a few beers. Tammie was with me and she seemed sympathetic. Dancy was at her grand...
stuck in the rain on the freeway,… these are the lucky ones, these ar… dutifully employed, most with thei… as possible as they try not to thi… this is our new civilization: as m…
we are gathered here now to bury her in this poem. she did not marry an unemployed wi… beat her every
My father always ran the neighborhood kids away from our house. I was told not to play with them but I walked down the street and watched them anyhow. “Hey, Heinie!” they yelled, “Why d...
she left me 5 weeks ago and went t… that is, I think she left. the other day I went out to mail h… and I saw her sitting on the bus s… it was her hair there
he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about
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…