#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
bet on #6, I try red, I stare at… wonder what Chekhov would do, and… blue plates sit eating the carnage… and look very much like Russians a… my left tit and try to smile like…
more wasted days, gored days, evaporated days. more squandered days, days pissed away,
ah, Merryman, fighter on the docks, killed a man while they were unloa… bananas. mean the man he killed
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end o… of wine, I have typed from a dozen… poesy an old man maddened for the flesh of young gi…
After Debra left for work the next morning I bathed, then tried to watch t.v. I walked around naked and noticed that I could be seen from the street through the front window. So I had a...
The phone rang the next morning. Lydia had gone back to her place. It was Bobby, the kid who lived in the next block and worked in the porno bookstore. “Mindy’s down here. She wants you...
she’s up seeing my doctor trying to get some diet pills; she’s not fat, she needs the speed… I go down to the nearest bar and w… at 3:30 in the afternoon of a tues…
outside my window Sunday. I am eating a grapefruit. church is over at the… Orthodox to the west.
this one always arrives at the wrong time a basically good sort I suppose an honest man
at their best, there is gentleness… some understanding and, at times,… courage but all in all it is a mass, a glo… have too much.
in the afternoon they lean against one another and you can see how much they like the sun.
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
the branches break, the birds fall… the whores stand straight, the bombs stack, evening, morning, night, peanutbutter,
I was in the 4th grade when I found out about it. I was probably one of the last to know, because I still didn’t talk to anybody. A boy walked up to “Your mother has a hole . . .”—he to...
the essence of the belly like a white balloon sacked is disturbing like the running of feet on the stairs