#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
the blue pencil of the wave shots of yellow road a steering wheel an insane woman sitting next to you
used to drive those trucks so hard and for so long that my right foot would go dead from pushing down on the accelerator.
my first and only wife painted and she talked to me about it: it’s all so painful
Fay was all right with the pregnancy. For an old gal, she was all right. We waited around at our place. Finally the time came. “It won’t be long,” she said. “I don’t want to get there t...
no way back to Barcelona. the green soldiers have invaded th… madmen rule Spain and during a heat wave in 1952 I b… no way back to the Rock of Gibral…
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus
drunk on the dark streets of some… it’s night, you’re lost, where’s y… room? you enter a bar to find yourself, order scotch and water.
the pleasures of the damned are limited to brief moments of happiness: like the eyes in the look of a dog… like a square of wax,
I don’t beat the walls with my fis… I just sit but it rushes in a tide of it. the woman in the court behind me h…
“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...
the illusion is that you are simpl… reading this poem. the reality is that this is more than a poem.
So gramps wrote Joyce a big check and there we were. We rented a little house up on a hill, and then Joyce got this stupid moralistic thing. “We both ought to get jobs,” Joyce said, “to...
The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry? it seems they want more, it seems almost as if they are angry
this kid used to teach at Kansas… then they moved him out he went to a bean factory then he and his wife moved to the… she got a job and worked while
the centerfielder turns rushes back reaches up his glove and