#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
a girlfriend came in built me a bed scrubbed and waxed the kitchen flo… scrubbed the walls vacuumed
looking out the window smoking rolled cigarettes drinking Sanka and watching the workers come on in
the wind blows hard to night and it’s a cold wind and I think about the boys on the row. hope some of them have a bottle
At Mt. Justin, biology class was neat. We had Mr. Stanhope for our teacher. He was an old guy about 55 and we pretty much dominated him. Lilly Fischman was in the class and she was real...
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…
64 days and nights in that place, chemotherapy, antibiotics, blood running into the catheter. leukemia.
She wasn’t really a cop, she was a clerk-cop. And she started coming in and telling me about a guy who wore a purple stick pin and was a “real gentleman.” “Well,” I’d ask, “how was old ...
We were in the air twenty minutes when she took a mirror out of her purse and began to make up her face, mostly the eyes. She worked at her eyes with a small brush, concentrating on the...
the pleasures of the damned are limited to brief moments of happiness: like the eyes in the look of a dog… like a square of wax,
I didn’t know exactly why but Chuck, Eddie, Gene and Frank let me join them in some of their games. I think it started when another guy showed up and they needed three on a side. I stil...
I had to fly to Illinois to give a reading at the University. I hated readings, but they helped with the rent and maybe they helped sell books. They got me out of east Hollywood, they g...
waiting for death like a cat that will jump on the bed I am so very sorry for
saw him sitting in a lobby chair in the Patrick Hotel dreaming of flying fish and he said “hello friend you’re looking good.
there he is: not too many hangovers not too many fights with women not too many flat tires never a thought of suicide
smoking a cigarette and noting a m… flattened out against the wall and died as organ music from centuries back… my black radio