#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
she writes continually like a long nozzle spraying the air,
she came to my place drunk riding a deer up on the front porc… so many women want to save the wor… but can’t keep their own kitchens… but me...
don’t undress my love you might find a mannequin: don’t undress the mannequin you might find my love.
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…
luxury ocean liners crossing the water full of the indolent and rich passing from this place to that
he lives in a house with a swimmin… and says the job is killing him. he is 27. I am 44. I can’t seem t… get rid of
I had boils the size of tomatoes all over me they stuck a drill into me down at the county hospital, and
Bruckner wasn’t bad even though he got down on his knees and proclaimed Wagner the master.
the German hotel was very strange… double doors to the rooms, very th… looked the park and the vasser ter… it was usually too late for breakf… would be everywhere changing sheet…
The next day in bed I got tired of waiting for the airplanes and I found a large yellow notebook that had been meant for high school work. It was empty. I found a pen. I went to bed wit...
Slipping keenly into bright ashes, target of vanilla tears your sure body lit candles for men on dark nights, and now your night is darker
I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot
I had begun to dislike my father. He was always angry about something. Wherever we went he got into arguments with people. But he didn’t appear to frighten most people; they often just ...
the waste of words continues with a stunning persistence as the waiter runs by carrying the… tray
the critics now have me drinking champagne and driving a BMW and also married to a socialite from