#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
The ultra-violet ray machine clicked off. I had been treated on both sides. I took off the goggles and began to dress. Miss Ackerman walked in. “Not yet,” she said, “keep your clothes o...
a house with 7 or 8 people living in it getting up the rent. there’s a stereo never used and a set of bongos
there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often
dying for a beer dying for and of life on a windy afternoon in Hollywood listening to symphony music from m… on the floor.
no one is sorry I am leaving, not even I; but there should be a minstrel or at least a glass of wine. bothers the young most, I think:
Every route had its traps and only the regular carriers knew of them. Each day it was another god damned thing, and you were always ready for a rape, murder, dogs, or insanity of some s...
Again I was on a new route. The Stone always put me on hard routes, but now and then, due to the circumstances of things, he was forced to place me on one less murderous. Route 511 was ...
the essence of the belly like a white balloon sacked is disturbing like the running of feet on the stairs
we buy the scandal sheets at the s… get into bed and eat pretzels and… the church bells ring and the dogs… we turn on the tv and watch very b… then she goes down and brings up i…
I walked off the job again and the police stopped me for running a red light at Serrano… my mind was rather gone and I stood in a patch of leaves
the girls are coming home in their… and I sit by the window and watch. there’s a girl in a red dress driving a white car
monkey feet small and blue walking toward you as the back of a building falls of… and an airplane chews the white sk…
a symphony orchestra. there is a thunderstorm, they are playing a Wagner overture and the people leave their seats u… and run inside to the pavilion
That Tuesday night we were sitting at my place drinking; Tammie, me and her brother, Jay. The phone rang. It was Bobby. “Louie and his wife are down here and she’d like to meet you.” Lo...
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