#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
suppose like others have come through fire and sword, love gone wrong, head-on crashes, drunk at sea, and I have listened to the simple…
more wasted days, gored days, evaporated days. more squandered days, days pissed away,
to be writing poetry at the age of… like a schoolboy, surely, I must be crazy; racetracks and booze and arguments with the landlord;
she wrote me for years. “I’m drinking wine in the kitchen. it’s raining outside. the children are in school.” she was an average citizen
rose red sunlight; take it apart in the garage like a puzzle:
she writes: you’ll be moaning and groaning in your poems about how I fucked those 2 guys last week.
this one teaches that one lives with his mother and that one is supported by a red… with the brain of a gnat. this one takes speed and has been…
a single dog walking alone on a hot sidewalk of summer appears to have the power of ten thousand gods.
as the poems go into the thousands… realize that you’ve created very little. it comes down to the rain, the sun… the traffic, the nights and the da…
I can see myself now after all these suicide days and n… being wheeled out of one of those… (of course, this is only if I get… by a subnormal and bored nurse
I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train
smoking a cigarette and noting a m… flattened out against the wall and died as organ music from centuries back… my black radio
he sat naked and drunk in a room o… night, running the blade of the kn… under his fingernails, smiling, th… of all the letters he had received telling him that
first of all, I had a hard time, a… locating the parking lot for the b… wasn’t off the main boulevard wher… the cars all driven by merciless k… were doing 55 mph in a 25 mph zone…
I took Tanya to the airport the next afternoon. We had a drink in the same bar. The high-yellow wasn’t around; all that leg was with somebody else. “No. You love sex and there’s nothing...