#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
The drilling and squeezing continued for weeks but there was little result. When one boil vanished another would appear. I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a...
A month went by. R.A. Dwight, the editor of Dogbite Press wrote and asked me to do a foreword to Keesing’s Selected Poems. Keesing, with the help of his death, was at last going to get ...
she only fucks the ones she doesn’… to marry. to the others she says you’ve got to marry me. or maybe she just fucks the ones s…
don’t undress my love you might find a mannequin: don’t undress the mannequin you might find my love.
Just give me a little atomic bomb Not too mutch just a little Enough to kill a horse in the stre… But there aren’t any horses in the… Enough to knock the flowers from a…
the best often die by their own ha… just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody
all the way from Mexico straight from the fields to 14 wins 13 by k.o. he was ranked #3
We ran up the long ramp. I was ca… At the escalator Tammie saw the f… “Please,” I said, “we only have f… “I want Dancy to have the money.” “All right.”
I got in the shower and burned my balls last Wednesday. met this painter called Spain, no, he was a cartoonist,
lonely as a dry and used orchard spread over the earth for use and surrender. shot down like an ex—pug selling dailies on the corner.
After English class one day Mrs. Curtis asked me to stay. She had great legs and a lisp and there was something about the legs and the lisp together that heated me up. She was about 32,...
I was coming home from classes down Westview hill. I never had any books to carry. I passed my exams by listening to the class lectures and by guessing at the answers. I never had to cr...
I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot
the kid went back to New York Cit… he met in a kibbutz. he left his mother at the age of 32, a well-kept fellow, sense of h… wore the same pair of shorts
I used to know a dutchman in a Ph… he’d take 3 raw eggs in his beer, 71, still working, strong,