#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
her shoes themselves would light my room like many candles. she walks like all things shining on glass,
it sits outside my window now like and old woman going to market… it sits and watches me, it sweats nevously through wire and fog and dog—bark
probably from the belly button or… bed, or maybe from the mouth of th… the car crash on the avenue that l… scattered on the grass. she comes from love gone wrong und…
the goldfish sing all night with g… and the whores go down with the st… the whores go down with the stars I’m sorry, sir, we close at 4:30, besides yr mother’s neck is dirty,
I got in the shower and burned my balls last Wednesday. met this painter called Spain, no, he was a cartoonist,
the blue pencil of the wave shots of yellow road a steering wheel an insane woman sitting next to you
this guy he’s got a crazy eye and he’s brown a dark brown from the sun the Hollywood and Western sun
They had this thing called Training Class, and so for 30 minutes each night, anyhow, we didn’t have to stick mail. A big Italiano got up on the lecture platform to tell us where it was....
the old L.A. Public Library burn… down that library downtown and with it went large part of my
drinking German beer and trying to come up with the immortal poem at 5 p.m. in the afternoon. but, ah, I’ve told the
We were eating meatballs and spaghetti. My problems were always discussed at dinner time. Dinner time was almost always an unhappy time. I didn’t answer my father’s question. “Henry, an...
I saw her when I was in the left… going east on Sunset. she was sitting with her legs crossed reading a paperback.
we fought for 17 days inside that… thrusting and counter-thrusting but finally she got away and I walked outside and spit
this fear of being what they are: dead. at least they are not out on the s… are careful to stay indoors, those pasty mad who sit alone before the…
“what?” they say, “you got a computer?” it’s like I have sold out to the enemy. I had no idea so many