#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
It was 12 hours a night, plus supervisors, plus clerks, plus the fact that you could hardly breathe in that pack of flesh, plus stale baked food in the “non-profit” cafeteria. Plus the ...
we were in bed and she started to fight: “you son of a bitch! you just wait… I’ll get you!” I began laughing:
I am hung by a nail the sun melts my heart I am cousin to the snake
I had worked my charms on her for a couple of nights in a bar— not that we were new lovers, I had loved her for 16 months but she didn’t want to come to my…
the house next door makes me sad. both man and wife rise early and go to work. they arrive home in early evening.
Dee Dee had to pick up her son at the airport. He was coming home from England for his vacation. He was 17, she told me, and his father was an ex-concert pianist. But he’d fallen for sp...
I get too many phone calls. they seek the creature out. they shouldn’t.
cleaned my place the other day first time in ten years and found 100 rejected poems: fastened them all to a clipboard much bad reading.
Go to Tibet. Ride a camel. Read the Bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a Beard.
I tried it standing up this time. it doesn’t usually work. this time it seemed
he was just a cat cross-eyed, dirty white with pale blue eyes
I kept the date in mind. It was never any problem creating a split with Lydia. I was naturally a loner, content just to live with a woman, eat with her, sleep with her, walk down the st...
One day, just like in grammar school, like with David, a boy attached himself to me. He was small and thin and had almost no hair on top of his head. The guys called him Baldy. His real...
I got in the shower and burned my balls last Wednesday. met this painter called Spain, no, he was a cartoonist,
he’s a runt he snarls and scratches chases cars groans in his sleep and has a perfect star above each…