#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
30 dogs, 20 men on 20 horses and o… and look here, they write, you are a dupe for the state, the… you are in the ego-dream, read your history, study the monet…
I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this
the vultures at the zoo (all three of them) sit very quietly in their caged tree and below
That night I managed to get 2 or 3 drinks into Cecelia. She forgot herself and crossed her legs high and I saw some good heavy flank. Durable. A cow of a woman, cow’s breasts, cow’s eye...
here I’ll be 55 in a week. what will I write about
she wrote me for years. “I’m drinking wine in the kitchen. it’s raining outside. the children are in school.” she was an average citizen
keep remembering the horses under the moon keep remembering feeding the horse… sugar white oblongs of sugar
welcome to my wormy hell. the music grinds off-key. fish eyes watch from the wall. this is where the last happy shot… fired.
he sat naked and drunk in a room o… night, running the blade of the kn… under his fingernails, smiling, th… of all the letters he had received telling him that
when Whitman wrote, “I sing the b… I know what he meant I know what he wanted:
here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in dra… here comes nothing to do all day l… here comes another night of no sle… here comes the phone ringing the w…
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
no we can’t we can’t win it I’ve decided we can’t win it just for a while we thought we cou… but that was just for a while
Jane, who has been dead for 31 yea… never could have imagined that I would write a scre… days together and
the cockroach crouched against the tile while I was pissing and as I turned my head he hauled his butt