#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I went with two ladies down to Venice to look for antique furniture. I parked in back of the store and went in with them.
I feel gypped by dunces as if reality were the property of little men with luck and a headstart, and I sit in the cold
I got lucky the next day. They called my name. It was a different doctor. I stripped down. He turned a hot white light on me and looked me over. I was sitting on the edge of the examina...
it’s the same as before or the other time or the time before that. here’s a cock and here’s a cunt
I met an old drunk on the street one afternoon. I used to know him from the days with Betty when we made the rounds of the bars. He told me that he was now a postal clerk and that there...
around 2 a.m. in my small room after turning off the poem machine for now
Luckily I had auto insurance that paid for a rental car. I drove Katherine to the racetrack in it. We sat in the sundeck at Hollywood Park near the stretch turn. Katherine said she didn...
places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you… that?
It was Christmas season and I learned from the drunk up the hill, who did the trick every Christmas, that they would hire damned near anybody, and so I went and the next thing I knew I ...
too much too little too fat too thin or nobody.
it was up in San Francisco after my poetry reading. it had been a nice crowd I had gotten my money I had this place upstairs
I’m out of matches. the springs in my couch are broken. they stole my footlocker. they stole my oil painting of
The voices of the people were the same, no matter where you carried the mail you heard the same things over and over again. “You’re late, aren’t you?” “Where’s the regular carrier?” “He...
they go on writing pumping out poems— young boys and college professors wives who drink wine all afternoon while their husbands work,
the essence of the belly like a white balloon sacked is disturbing like the running of feet on the stairs