#Americans #XXCentury #1973 #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”
we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…
sometimes I forget about him and h… innocence, almost idiotic, awkward… he liked walking over bridges and… to night I think about him, the wa… one felt space between his lines,…
I know that some night in some bedroom soon my fingers will rift
The next day we picked up some of her stuff at this motel. There was a little dark guy in there with a wart on the side of his nose. He looked dangerous. Hector was sitting on the edge ...
One day I was at the bar between races and I saw this woman. God or somebody keeps creating women and tossing them out on the streets, and this one’s ass is too big and that one’s tits ...
92 years old his tooth has been bothering him had to get it filled he lost his left eye 40 years ago
hey, said my friend, I want you to… Hangdog Harry, he reminds me of y… and I said, all right, and we went… this cheap hotel. old men sitting around watching
there is enough treachery, hatred… human being to supply any given ar… and the best at murder are those w… and the best at hate are those who… and the best at war finally are th…
my grandfather was a tall German with a strange smell on his breath… he stood very straight in front of his small house and his wife hated him
think of the beds used again and again to fuck in to die in. in this land
I would, of course, prefer to be w… instead of with a photograph of an… to the sound of the anvil chorus a… girls kicking high, showing everyt… but I might as well be dead right…
“you know,” she said, “you were at the bar so you didn’t see but I danced with this guy. we danced and we danced close.
There was death in that place on the hill. I knew it the first day I walked out the screen door and into the backyard. A zing– ing binging buzzing whining sound came right at me: 10,000...
We are like roses that have never… bloom when we should have bloomed… it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting