#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
the essence of the belly like a white balloon sacked is disturbing like the running of feet on the stairs
liked D . H. Lawrence he could get so indignant he snapped and he ripped with wonderfully energetic sentenc… he could lay the word down
drinking 15 dollar champagne— Cordon Rouge—with the hookers. one is named Georgia and she doesn’t like pantyhose: I keep helping her pull up
yesterday drunken Alice gave me a jar of fig jam and today she whistles
the old folks play a game in the park overlooking the sea shoving markers across cement with wooden sticks. four play, two on each side
the legs are gone and the hopes—th… and I haven’t shaved in sixteen da… but the mailman still makes his ro… water still comes out of the fauce… myself with glazed and milky eyes…
Tammie came by that night. She appeared to be high on uppers. “I want some champagne,” she said. Then the phone rang. It was Lydia. “I just wondered how you were doing. ...” “You know D...
once bought a toy rabbit at a department store and now he sits and ponders me with pink sheer eyes: He wants golf balls and glass
old Butch, they fixed him the girls don’t look like much anymore. when Big Sam moved out of the back
This babe in the grandstand with dyed red hair kept leaning her breasts against me and talking about Gardena poker parlors
On the elevator up, I was the only white man there. It seemed strange. They talked about the riots, not looking at me. “Jesus,” said a coal black guy, "it’s really something. These guys...
you came out, she said, and then you kicked this guy’s car and then you threw yourself into a… you crushed the whole bush,
I have been hanging here headless for so long that the body has forgotten
as the spirit wanes the form
I’m not going to die easy; I’ve sat on your suicide beds in some of the worst holes in America,