#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
for five years I have been looking across the way at the side of a red apartment hou… there must be people in there even love in there
Some say we should keep personal r… poem, stay abstract, and there is some r… but jezus; twelve poems gone and I don’t keep…
There are sketches on the walls of… and outside a large green bus swer… insanity sprung from a waving line… says the radio, and Jane Austin,… “I am going to do her portrait on…
the cockroach crouched against the tile while I was pissing and as I turned my head he hauled his butt
dogs and angels are not very different. I often go to this place to eat about 2:30 in the afternoon
the virus holds the concepts give way like rotten shoelaces toothache and bacon dance on the lawn
what is it about lobsters and crab… those white-pink shells that always make me hungry just looking at them there in the butcher’s display case
she drives into the parking lot wh… I am leaning up against the fender… she’s drunk and her eyes are wet w… “you son of a bitch, you fucked me… didn’t want to. you told me to kee…
this is important enough: to get your feelings down, it is better than shaving or cooking beans with garlic. it is the little we can do
old grey-haired waitresses in cafes at night have given it up, and as I walk down sidewalks of light and look into windows
outside my window Sunday. I am eating a grapefruit. church is over at the… Orthodox to the west.
225 days under grass and you know more than I. they have long taken your blood, you are a dry stick in a basket. is this how it works?
you just don’t know how to do it, you know that, and you can’t do a lot of other useful things either. it’s the fault of the
We are like roses that have never… bloom when we should have bloomed… it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting
he sits all day at the bus stop at Sunset and Western his sleeping bag beside him. he’s dirty. nobody bothers him.