#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
oh, how worried they are about my soul! I get letters the phone rings... “are you going to be all right?”
the droll noon where squadrons of worms creep up like stripteasers to be raped by blackbirds. I go outside
first they used to, he told me, gun and bomb the elephants, you could hear their screams over… but you flew high to bomb the peop… you never saw it,
almost dawn blackbirds on the telephone wire waiting as I eat yesterday’s forgotten sandwich
what i liked about e.e. cummings was that he cut away from the holiness of the word and with charm
it is justified all dying is justified all killing all death all passing, nothing is in vain
and so we suck on a cigar and a beer attempting to mend the love
a woman, a tire that’s flat, a disease, a desire: fears in front of you, fears that hold so still
you shoulda been at this party, I know you hate parties but you seem to be at most of them… anyhow, I took my girl, you know her—
I suppose like any other boy I had one best friend in the neigh… his name was Eugene and he was big… than I was and one year older. Eugene used to whip me pretty good…
Beowulf may have killed Grendel a… Grendel’s mother but he couldn’t kill this one:
I had been sleeping on a terrible mattress with the springs sticking into me for several years. That afternoon when I awakened I pulled the mattress off the bed, dragged it outside, and...
Go to Tibet. Ride a camel. Read the Bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a Beard.
The riots ended, the baby calmed down, and I found ways to avoid Janko. But the dizzy spells persisted. The doctor wrote me a standing order for the green-white librium capsules and the...
at exactly 12:00 midnight 1973-74 Los Angeles it began to rain on the palm leaves outside my window