#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
Shirley came to town with a broken… and met the Chicano who smoked long slim cigars and they got a place together on Beacon street
I had worked my charms on her for a couple of nights in a bar— not that we were new lovers, I had loved her for 16 months but she didn’t want to come to my…
There was a gang of us down there. 150 or 200. There were tedious papers to fill out. Then we all stood up and faced the flag. The guy who swore us in was the same guy who had sworn me ...
in the Valkerie Mountains among the strutting peacocks I found a flower as large as my head
looking out the window smoking rolled cigarettes drinking Sanka and watching the workers come on in
I stayed five days and nights. Then I couldn’t get it up any more. Joanna drove me to the airport. She had bought me a new piece of luggage and some new clothing. I hated that Dallas-Fo...
Then some men came around and ripped out every other water– fountain. “Hey, look, what the hell are they doing?” I asked. I was in the 3rd class flat section. I walked over to another c...
The next night Bobby and Valerie came over. They had recently moved into my apartment building and now lived across the court. Bobby had on his tight knit shirt. Everything always fitte...
a house with 7 or 8 people living in it getting up the rent. there’s a stereo never used and a set of bongos
Meanwhile, things went on. I had a long run of luck at the racetrack. I began to feel confident out there. You went for a certain profit each day, somewhere between 15 and 40 bucks. You...
It’s never quite right, he said, t… the way the music sounds, the way… written. It’s never quite right, he said, a… taught, all the loves we chase, al…
she drives into the parking lot wh… I am leaning up against the fender… she’s drunk and her eyes are wet w… “you son of a bitch, you fucked me… didn’t want to. you told me to kee…
we fought for 17 days inside that… thrusting and counter-thrusting but finally she got away and I walked outside and spit
sitting with the professors we talk about Allen Tate and John Crow Ransom the rugs are clean and the coffeetables shine
as the orchid dies and the grass goes insane, let’s have one for the los… met an old man and a tired whore