#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
yes, they begin out in a willow, I… the starch mountains begin out in… and keep right on going without re… pumas and nectarines somehow these mountains are like
She wasn’t really a cop, she was a clerk-cop. And she started coming in and telling me about a guy who wore a purple stick pin and was a “real gentleman.” “Well,” I’d ask, “how was old ...
when I was in grammar school my parents were poor and in my lunch bag there was only a peanut butter sandwich.
she was a short one getting fat and she had once been beautiful and she drank the wine she drank the wine in bed and
I have been painting these last tw… it’s not much, you’re correct, but in this tournament great dream… history removes her dress and beco… and I have awakened in the morning
schoolgirls in pantyhose sitting on bus stop benches looking tired at 13 with their raspberry lipstick. it’s hot in the sun
I know that some night in some bedroom soon my fingers will rift
we are always asked to understand the other person’s viewpoint no matter how out—dated
I was always a natural slob I liked to lay upon the bed in undershirt (stained, of course) (and with cigarette holes)
he sits all day at the bus stop at Sunset and Western his sleeping bag beside him. he’s dirty. nobody bothers him.
of course, I may die in the next t… and I’m ready for that but what I’m really worried about… that my editor—publisher might ret… even though he is ten years younge…
a woman told a man when he got off a plane that I was dead. a magazine printed the fact that I was dead
she pulled her dress off over her head and I saw the panties indented somewhat into the crotch.
reached up into the top of the clo… and took out a pair of blue pan ti… and showed them to her and asked “are these yours?” and she looked and said,
my father was a practical man. he had an idea. you see, my son, he said, I can pay for this house in my lif… then it’s mine.