#AmericanWriters
the dead can sleep they don’t get up and rage they don’t have a wife. her white face like a flower in a closed
he’s 17 . mother, he said, how do I crack an egg? all right, she said to me, you don… sit there looking like that.
Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?
the lair of the hunted is hidden in the last place you’d ever look and even if you find it you won’t believe
think of de vils in hell and stare at a beautiful vase of flowers as the woman in my bedroom
dying for a beer dying for and of life on a windy afternoon in Hollywood listening to symphony music from m… on the floor.
I suppose so. I was living in an attic in Phila… it became very hot in the summer a… bars. I didn’t have any money and… I put a small ad in the paper and…
there’s a bluebird in my heart tha… wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I’m not goi… to let anybody see
in the hospitals and jails it’s the worst in madhouses it’s the worst in penthouses
the dead dogs of nowhere bark as you approach another traffic accident. cars one standing on its
I have been looking at the same lampshade for 5 years and it has gathered
waiting for death like a cat that will jump on the bed I am so very sorry for
I go to pick her up. she’s on some errand. she always has errands many things to do. I have nothing to do.
I’ll settle for the 6 horse on a rainy afternoon a paper cup of coffee in my hand a little way to go,
there was a frozen tree that I wan… but the shells came down and in Vegas looking across at a g… at 3:30 in the morning, I died without nails, without a co…