#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
she sits on the floor going through a cardboard box reading me love letters I have wri… while her 4 year old daughter lies… wrapped in a pink blanket and
there are beasts in the salt shake… and airdromes in the coffeepot. my mother’s hand is in the bag dra… and from the backs of spoons come the cries of tiny tortured animals…
30 dogs, 20 men on 20 horses and o… and look here, they write, you are a dupe for the state, the… you are in the ego-dream, read your history, study the monet…
Each night as I got ready to go on in, Joyce had my clothing laid out on the bed. Everything was the most expensive money could buy. I never wore the same pair of pants, the same shirt,...
more wasted days, gored days, evaporated days. more squandered days, days pissed away,
the feelings I get driving past the railroad yard never on purpose but on my way to… are the feelings other men have fo… see the tracks and all the boxcars
we were in bed and she started to fight: “you son of a bitch! you just wait… I’ll get you!” I began laughing:
Upon awakening I got up and used Joanna’s toothbrush, drank a couple of glasses of water, washed my hands and face and got back into bed. Joanna turned around and my mouth found hers. M...
A day or so later I got a poem in the mail from Lydia. It was a long poem and it began: Come out, old troll, Come out of your dark hole, old troll, Come out into the sunlight with us an...
don’t undress my love you might find a mannequin: don’t undress the mannequin you might find my love.
murder the roaches spit out paper clips and the helicopter circles and cir… smelling for blood
they stop out front here looks as if the car is on fire the smoke blazes blue from the hoo… the motor sounds like cannon shots the car humps wildly
we like to shower afterwards (I like the water hotter than she) and her face is always soft and pe… and she’ll wash me first spread the soap over my balls
your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank… be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere.
dumb, Jesus Christ, some people are so dumb you can hear them splashing around