#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
man, he said, sitting on the steps your car sure needs a wash and wax… I can do it for you for 5 bucks, I got the wax, I got the rags, I… I need.
she writes: you’ll be moaning and groaning in your poems about how I fucked those 2 guys last week.
what i liked about e.e. cummings was that he cut away from the holiness of the word and with charm
There was another German Shepherd. It was hot summer and he came BOUNDING out of a back yard and then LEAPED through the air. His teeth snapped, just missing my jugular vein. “OH JESUS!...
“I’ve made it,” she said, “I’ve c… through.” she had on new boots, pa… and a white sweater. “I know what… want now.” she was from Chicago an… had settled in L.A.’s Fairfax dis…
The next night as they moved the group from the main build– ing to the training building, I stopped to talk to Gus the old newsboy. Gus had once been 3rd-ranked welterweight contender b...
I saw her when I was in the left… going east on Sunset. she was sitting with her legs crossed reading a paperback.
The rainy season began. Most of the money went for drink so my shoes had holes in the soles and my raincoat was torn and old. In any steady downpour I got quite wet, and I mean wet-down...
Vallejo writing about loneliness while starving to death; Van Gogh’s ear rejected by a whore;
as the orchid dies and the grass goes insane, let’s have one for the los… met an old man and a tired whore
I had been sleeping on a terrible mattress with the springs sticking into me for several years. That afternoon when I awakened I pulled the mattress off the bed, dragged it outside, and...
drunk and writing poems at 3 a.m. what counts now is one more tight
I had agreed to give a reading up north. It was the afternoon before the reading and I was sitting in an apartment at the Holiday Inn drinking beer with Joe Washington, the promoter, an...
I am in this low—slung sports car painted a deep, rich yellow driving under an Italian sun. I have a British accent. I’m wearing dark shades
I don’t beat the walls with my fis… I just sit but it rushes in a tide of it. the woman in the court behind me h…