#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I think of automobiles parked in a parking lot when I think of myself dead I think of frying pans when I think of myself dead
here they come these guys grey truck radio playing they are in a hurry
you haven’t lived until you’ve been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb
well, first Mae West died and then George Raft, and Eddie G. Robinson’s been gone long time,
was a truly amazing man he pretended to be rich even though we lived on beans and… when we sat down to eat, he said,
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
The Stone’s favorite carrier was Matthew Battles. Battles never came in with a wrinkled shirt on. In fact, everything he wore was new, looked new. The shoes, the shirts, the pants, the ...
another bed another woman more curtains another bathroom another kitchen
the old fart, he used his literary… to reel them in one at a time, each younger than the last. he liked to meet them for luncheon… wine
Back in L.A., there was almost a week of peace. Then the phone rang. It was the owner of a Manhattan Beach nightclub, Marty Seavers. I had read there a couple of times before. The club ...
I have been looking at the same lampshade for 5 years and it has gathered
“What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?” We got into my car and she told me where she lived. We stopped for a couple of big steaks, vegetables, stuff for a salad, potatoes, b...
It was noon the next day when the phone rang. It was Lydia again. I heard a long insane wail like a wolverine shot in the arctic snow and left to bleed and die alone. . . . I slept most...
we are gathered here now to bury her in this poem. she did not marry an unemployed wi… beat her every
I didn’t have any friends at school, didn’t want any. I felt better being alone. I sat on a bench and watched the others play and they looked foolish to me. During lunch one day I was a...