#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I can’t have it and you can’t have it and we won’t get it so don’t bet on it
man, he said, sitting on the steps your car sure needs a wash and wax… I can do it for you for 5 bucks, I got the wax, I got the rags, I… I need.
the strong men the muscle men there they sit down at the beach cocoa tans
I heard it first while screwing a… who had the biggest box in Scranton. I listened to it again as I wrote… to my mother
at the window I watch a man with a power mower the sounds of his doing race like flies and bees
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.
drunk and writing poems at 3 a.m. what counts now is one more tight
remember, he told me, that when I… years old my mother was always tak… to the doctor and saying, “he hasn… she was always asking me, “have yo… pooped?”
225 days under grass and you know more than I. they have long taken your blood, you are a dry stick in a basket. is this how it works?
I see old people on pensions in th… supermarkets and they are thin and… proud and they are dying they are starving on their feet an… nothing. long ago, among other lie…
he packaged it up neatly in differ… sending the legs to an aunt in St.… the head to a scoutmaster in Brook… the belly to a cross-eyed butcher… the female organs were sent to a y…
Meanwhile, there was still Joyce, and her geraniums, and a couple of million if I could hang on. Joyce and the flies and the geraniums. I worked the night shift, 12 hours, and she pawed...
think of the beds used again and again to fuck in to die in. in this land
all I’ve ever known are whores, ex… madwomen. I see men with quiet, gentle women—I see them in the sup… I see them walking down the street… I see them in their apartments: pe…
That evening after dinner Joanna produced some mescaline. “You ever tried this stuff?” Joanna had some paints and brushes and paper spread on the table. Then I remembered she was an art...