#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
very tall girl lifts her nose at m… outside a supermarket as if I were a walking garbage can; and I had no desire for her, no more desire
Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.
the girls were young and worked the streets but often couldn’t score, they
near the corner table in the cafe middle-aged couple sit. they have finished their
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce-pickers of Salinas?
over my radio now comes the sound of a truly mad org… can see some monk drunk in a cellar mind gone or found,
red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”
drive to the beach at night in the winter and sit and look at the burned-dow… wonder why they just let it sit th… in the water.
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
The next time you listen to Borod… remember he was just a chemist who wrote music to relax; his house was jammed with peor e: students, artists, drunkards, bur…
she writes: you’ll be moaning and groaning in your poems about how I fucked those 2 guys last week.
I made practice runs down to skid row to get ready for my future. I didn’t like what I saw down there. Those men and women had no special daring or brilliance. They wanted what everybod...
and so we suck on a cigar and a beer attempting to mend the love
I was back in L.A. about a week and a half. It was night. The phone rang. It was Cecelia, she was sobbing. “Hank, Bill is dead. You’re the first one I’ve called.” “I’m so glad you came ...
old Butch, they fixed him the girls don’t look like much anymore. when Big Sam moved out of the back