#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I read that he lost a suitcase ful… train and that they never were rec… I can’t match the agony of this but the other night I wrote a 3—pa… upon this computer
here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in dra… here comes nothing to do all day l… here comes another night of no sle… here comes the phone ringing the w…
the swans drown in bilge water, take down the signs, test the poisons, barricade the cow from the bull,
I saw a vacancy sign in the window in front of a rooming-house, had the cabby pull up. I paid him and walked up on the front porch, rang the bell. I had one black eye from the fight, an...
now more and more all these people running around wearing the American Flag Shirt and it was more or less once assum… think but I’m not sure)
then there was the time in New Orleans I was living with a fat woman, Marie, in the French Quarter and I got very sick.
this fear of being what they are: dead. at least they are not out on the s… are careful to stay indoors, those pasty mad who sit alone before the…
I was back in L.A. about a week and a half. It was night. The phone rang. It was Cecelia, she was sobbing. “Hank, Bill is dead. You’re the first one I’ve called.” “I’m so glad you came ...
all right, while we are gently cel… and while crazy classical music le… my small radio, I light a fresh ci… and realize that I am still very m… the 21st century is almost upon me…
My German doctor walked up. The one who had given me the blood tests. “Congratulations,” he said, shaking my hand, "it’s a girl. 9 pounds, 3 ounces.” “The mother will be all right. She ...
But then it began raining again. The Stone had me out on a thing called Sunday Collection, and if you’re thinking of church, forget it. You picked up a truck at West Garage and a clipbo...
when I was in grammar school my parents were poor and in my lunch bag there was only a peanut butter sandwich.
terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat
red face Texas and age he’s at an L.A. racetrack
he was just a cat cross-eyed, dirty white with pale blue eyes