#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
majestic, magic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—
here I am in the ground my mouth open and
the essence of the belly like a white balloon sacked is disturbing like the running of feet on the stairs
the weather is hot on the back of… which is down at Finkelstein’s who is gifted with 3 balls but no heart, but you’ve got to un… when the bull goes down
“you know,” she said, “you were at the bar so you didn’t see but I danced with this guy. we danced and we danced close.
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break
The next day we picked up some of her stuff at this motel. There was a little dark guy in there with a wart on the side of his nose. He looked dangerous. Hector was sitting on the edge ...
30 dogs, 20 men on 20 horses and o… and look here, they write, you are a dupe for the state, the… you are in the ego-dream, read your history, study the monet…
call it love stand it up in the failing light put it in a dress pray sing beg cry laugh
they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in midnight age
with an Apple Macintosh you can’t run Radio Shack program… in its disc drive. nor can a Commodore 64 drive read a file
when Whitman wrote, “I sing the b… I know what he meant I know what he wanted:
In the morning Dee Dee drove me to the Sunset Strip for breakfast. The Mercedes was black and shone in the sun. We drove past the billboards and the nightclubs and the fancy restaurants...
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:
swans die in the Spring too and there it floated dead on a Sunday sideways circling in the current