#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
once starving in Philadelphia I had a small room it was evening going into night and I stood at my window on the 3r…
this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias
schoolgirls in pantyhose sitting on bus stop benches looking tired at 13 with their raspberry lipstick. it’s hot in the sun
all the women all their kisses the different ways they love and talk and need. their ears they all have
you consult psychiatrists and phil… when things aren’t going well and whores when they are. the whores are there for young boy… men; to the young boys they say,
swans die in the Spring too and there it floated dead on a Sunday sideways circling in the current
16 and one-half inch neck 68 years old lifts weights body like a young
very tall girl lifts her nose at m… outside a supermarket as if I were a walking garbage can; and I had no desire for her, no more desire
crud, he said, hauling it out of the water, what is it? a Hollow-Back June Whale, I said… no, said a guy standing by us on t…
The ex-Japanese wrestler who was into real estate sold Lydia’s house. She had to move out. There was Lydia, Tonto, Lisa and the dog, Bugbutt. In Los Angeles most landlords hang out the ...
it is justified all dying is justified all killing all death all passing, nothing is in vain
is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown
One Sunday Jimmy talked me into going to the beach with him. He wanted to go swimming. I didn’t want to he seen wearing swimming trunks because my hack was covered with boils and scars....
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
during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores