#AmericanWriters
I am hung by a nail the sun melts my heart I am cousin to the snake
this one teaches that one lives with his mother and that one is supported by a red… with the brain of a gnat. this one takes speed and has been…
the hearse comes through the room… the beheaded, the disappeared, the… mad. the flies are a glue of sticky pas… their wings will not
The 5th grade was a little better. The other students seemed less hostile and I was growing larger physically. I still wasn’t chosen for the homeroom teams but I was threatened less. Da...
outside my window Sunday. I am eating a grapefruit. church is over at the… Orthodox to the west.
the sun slides down through the sh… have a pair of black shoes and a p… brown shoes. can hardly remember the girls of m… there is numb blood pulsing throug…
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 don’t know how many bottles of b… I have consumed while waiting for… to get better. I don’t know how much wine and whi… and beer
this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias
don’t undress my love you might find a mannequin: don’t undress the mannequin you might find my love.
Dee Dee had a place in the Hollywood Hills. Dee Dee shared the place with a friend, another lady executive, Bianca. Bianca took the top floor and Dee Dee the bottom. I rang the bell. It...
luxury ocean liners crossing the water full of the indolent and rich passing from this place to that
the wind blows hard to night and it’s a cold wind and I think about the boys on the row. hope some of them have a bottle
as the poems go into the thousands… realize that you’ve created very little. it comes down to the rain, the sun… the traffic, the nights and the da…
a woman, a tire that’s flat, a disease, a desire: fears in front of you, fears that hold so still