#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
love, he said, gas kiss me off kiss my lips kiss my hair my fingers
they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in midnight age
64 days and nights in that place, chemotherapy, antibiotics, blood running into the catheter. leukemia.
the other day I’m out at the track betting Early Bird that’s when you bet at the track before it opens)
as the poems go into the thousands… realize that you’ve created very little. it comes down to the rain, the sun… the traffic, the nights and the da…
I read that he lost a suitcase ful… train and that they never were rec… I can’t match the agony of this but the other night I wrote a 3—pa… upon this computer
the dream of a man is a whore with a gold tooth and a garter belt, perfumed with false eyebrows
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...
they’re not going to let you sit at a front table at some cafe in Europe in the mid-afternoon sun. you do, somebody’s going to
all right, while we are gently cel… and while crazy classical music le… my small radio, I light a fresh ci… and realize that I am still very m… the 21st century is almost upon me…
is an orange animal with hand grenades fire power
and the sun wields mercy but like a jet torch carried to hi… and the jets whip across its sight and rockets leap like toads, and the boys get out the maps
these women are supposed to come and see me but they never do. there’s the one with the long scar…
they’d come around and they’d ask “you finished your 2nd novel yet?” “no.”
if you’re a man, Los Angeles is w… battle; or if you’re a woman, and… the rest, you sail it against a mo… when you grow grey you can hide in… in a mansion so nobody can see how…