#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
The next night Bobby and Valerie came over. They had recently moved into my apartment building and now lived across the court. Bobby had on his tight knit shirt. Everything always fitte...
a single dog walking alone on a hot sidewalk of summer appears to have the power of ten thousand gods.
there is enough treachery, hatred… human being to supply any given ar… and the best at murder are those w… and the best at hate are those who… and the best at war finally are th…
once starving in Philadelphia I had a small room it was evening going into night and I stood at my window on the 3r…
That evening the phone rang. It was Mercedes. I had met her after giving a poetry reading at Venice Beach. She was about 28, fair body, pretty good legs, a blonde about 5~feet-5, a blue...
I heard it first while screwing a… who had the biggest box in Scranton. I listened to it again as I wrote… to my mother
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 cross the room to the last wall the last window the last pink sun with its arms around the world
they laugh continually even when a board falls down and destroys a face or distorts a
as the spirit wanes the form
Then there were only 6 or 7 of us.… “How you doing on your scheme, Ch… “No trouble at all,” I said. “O.… “Yes, Woodburn.” “Listen, I don’t like to be bothe…
This babe in the grandstand with dyed red hair kept leaning her breasts against me and talking about Gardena poker parlors
the branches break, the birds fall… the whores stand straight, the bombs stack, evening, morning, night, peanutbutter,
the telephone has not been kind of… of late there have been more and m… from people who want to come over… from people who are depressed from people who are lonely
Go to Tibet. Ride a camel. Read the Bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a Beard.