#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I have been looking at the same lampshade for 5 years and it has gathered
in San Francisco the landlady, 80… Victrola up the stairway and I pl… until they beat on the walls. there was a large bucket in the ce… filled with beer and winebottles;
we had goldfish and they circled a… in the bowl on the table near the… covering the picture window and my mother, always smiling, wanting… to be happy, told me, ‘be happy He…
This babe in the grandstand with dyed red hair kept leaning her breasts against me and talking about Gardena poker parlors
There were continual fights. The teachers didn’t seem to know anything about them. And there was always trouble when it rained. Any boy who brought an umbrella to school or wore a rainc...
A sound awakened me. It was not quite daylight. Cecelia was moving around getting dressed. I looked at my watch. “I want to watch the sun come up. I love sunrises!” “I haven’t been able...
rose red sunlight; take it apart in the garage like a puzzle:
it’s the same as before or the other time or the time before that. here’s a cock and here’s a cunt
was on the train to Del Mar and I… to go to the bar car. I had a beer… back and sat down. pardon me,” said the lady next to… sitting in my husband’s seat.”
you haven’t lived until you’ve been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb
all the women all their kisses the different ways they love and talk and need. their ears they all have
I used to take the back off the telephone and stuff it with ra… and when somebody knocked I wouldn’t answer and if they pers… I’d tell them in terms vulgar
has been going on for some time. there is this young waitress where… at the racetrack. how are you doing today?” she asks… winning pretty good,” I reply.
she was a short one getting fat and she had once been beautiful and she drank the wine she drank the wine in bed and
I have just spent one—hour—and—a—h… handicapping tomorrow’s card. when am I going to get at the poem… well, they’ll just have to wait