#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
It was hot that night at the reading, which was to be held at St. Mark’s Church. Tammie and I sat in what was used as the dressing room. Tammie found a full-length mirror leaning agains...
my first and only wife painted and she talked to me about it: it’s all so painful
majestic, magic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—
almost dawn blackbirds on the telephone wire waiting as I eat yesterday’s forgotten sandwich
I’m soft. I dream too. I let myself dream. I dream of being famous. I dream of walking the streets of London and
in grievous deity my cat walks around he walks around and around with electric tail and
my friend William is a fortunate m… he lacks the imagination to suffer he kept his first job his first wife can drive a car 50,000 miles
you know what Li Po said when ask… Artist or Rich? I’d rather be Rich,” he replied,… sitting on the doorsteps of the Rich.”
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
It was about a week later around 7 a.m. I had lucked into another day off and after a double workout, I was up against Joyce’s ass, her asshole, sleeping, verily sleeping, and then the ...
what’s bad about all this is watching people drinking coffee and waiting. I would
when I look back now at the abuse I took from her I feel shame that I was so innocent,
Markov claims I am trying to stab his soul but I’d prefer his wife. put my feet on the coffee table and he says,
there’s a bluebird in my heart tha… wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I’m not goi… to let anybody see
they laugh continually even when a board falls down and destroys a face or distorts a