#1973 #AmericanWriters #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame #CrucifixInADeathhand
my mother knocked on my rooming-ho… and came in looked in the dresser drawer: Henry you don’t have any clean stockings?
suppose like others have come through fire and sword, love gone wrong, head-on crashes, drunk at sea, and I have listened to the simple…
smoking a cigarette and noting a m… flattened out against the wall and died as organ music from centuries back… my black radio
they photograph you on your porch and on your couch and standing in the courtyard or leaning against your car these photographers
the Mexican dancer shook her fans… me and her ass at me, I didn’t ask her to and my woman got mad and ran out of th… it began raining and you could hea…
Tony phoned and told me that Jan had left him but that he was a… helped him he said to think about… like D. H. Lawrence pissed off with life in general bu…
a woman, a tire that’s flat, a disease, a desire: fears in front of you, fears that hold so still
boy, don’t come around here tellin… can’t cut it, that they’re pitching you low and insid… they are conspiring against you, that all you want is a chance but…
Bach, I said, he had 20 children. he played the horses during the da… he f—ed at night and drank in the mornings. he wrote music in between.
red summers and black satin charcoal and blood ringing the sheets while snails are stepped on and moths go batty
The bandages were helpful. L.A. County Hospital had finally come up with something. The boils drained. They didn’t vanish but they flattened a bit. Yet some new ones would appear and ri...
liked D . H. Lawrence he could get so indignant he snapped and he ripped with wonderfully energetic sentenc… he could lay the word down
you no faces no faces at all laughing at nothing—
when you’re young a pair of female high-heeled shoes just sitting
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,