#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine— just a lightbulb
we buy the scandal sheets at the s… get into bed and eat pretzels and… the church bells ring and the dogs… we turn on the tv and watch very b… then she goes down and brings up i…
suppose like others have come through fire and sword, love gone wrong, head-on crashes, drunk at sea, and I have listened to the simple…
“your poems about the girls will s… 50 years from now when the girls a… my editor phones me. dear editor: the girls appear to be gone
I was sitting with an anarchist from Beverly Hills, Ben Solvnag, who was writing my biography when I heard her footsteps on the court walk. I knew the sound—they were always fast and fr...
the branches break, the birds fall… the whores stand straight, the bombs stack, evening, morning, night, peanutbutter,
I keep thinking it will be outside now waiting for me blue front bumper twisted
Beowulf may have killed Grendel a… Grendel’s mother but he couldn’t kill this one:
I can see myself now after all these suicide days and n… being wheeled out of one of those… (of course, this is only if I get… by a subnormal and bored nurse
keep remembering the horses under the moon keep remembering feeding the horse… sugar white oblongs of sugar
screen like a burglar to take your… the snake had crawled the hole, and she said, tell me about yourself.
Curly Wagner picked out Morris Moscowitz. It was after school and eight or ten of us guys had heard about it and we walked out behind the gym to watch. Wagner laid down the rules, “We f...
then there was the time in New Orleans I was living with a fat woman, Marie, in the French Quarter and I got very sick.
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…
light brown stare that dumb blank marvelous light brown stare I’ll take care of it.