#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I saw her when I was in the left… going east on Sunset. she was sitting with her legs crossed reading a paperback.
We were eating meatballs and spaghetti. My problems were always discussed at dinner time. Dinner time was almost always an unhappy time. I didn’t answer my father’s question. “Henry, an...
On the elevator up, I was the only white man there. It seemed strange. They talked about the riots, not looking at me. “Jesus,” said a coal black guy, "it’s really something. These guys...
listening to Bruckner on the radio wondering why I’m not half mad over the latest breakup with my latest girlfriend wondering why I’m not driving the…
twitching in the sheets— to face the sunlight again, that’s clearly trouble. I like the city better when the
saw him sitting in a lobby chair in the Patrick Hotel dreaming of flying fish and he said “hello friend you’re looking good.
knew you were a bad-ass,” he said. you sat in the back of Art class a… you never said anything. then I saw you in that brutal figh… with the guy with the dirty yellow
the mockingbird had been following… all summer mocking mocking mocking teasing and cocksure; the cat crawled under rockers on p…
washed—up, on shore, the old yello… out again I write from the bed as I did last year.
The bandages were helpful. L.A. County Hospital had finally come up with something. The boils drained. They didn’t vanish but they flattened a bit. Yet some new ones would appear and ri...
I went to this place to see a movi… on tv Alexander the Great, and here come the armies ta ta ta
—he’s a dandy —small moustache —usually sucking on a cigar he tends to lean into cars as he transacts business
this fear of being what they are: dead. at least they are not out on the s… are careful to stay indoors, those pasty mad who sit alone before the…
the strong men the muscle men there they sit down at the beach cocoa tans
she pulled her dress off over her head and I saw the panties indented somewhat into the crotch.