#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
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.
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
my moustache is pasted-on and my wig and my eyebrows and even my eyes... then something stuns me... the lampshades swing, I hear
murder the roaches spit out paper clips and the helicopter circles and cir… smelling for blood
he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about
the critics now have me drinking champagne and driving a BMW and also married to a socialite from
I wait on life like a pregnancy, p… the gut but all I hear now is the piano slamming its teeth throu… brain
Making love in the sun, in the mor… in a hotel room above the alley where poor men poke for bottles; making love in the sun
there is always that space there just before they get to us that space that fine relaxer the breather
They are building a house half a block down and I sit up here with the shades down listening to the sounds,
they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in midnight age
He hinted at times that I was a bastard and I told him to listen to Brahms, and I told him to learn to paint and drink and not be dominated by women and dollars but he screamed at me, F...
I’ve always had trouble with money. this one place I worked everybody ate hot dogs and potato chips
Bobby and Valerie came by and I introduced everybody around. “Valerie and I are going to take a vacation and rent rooms by the seashore in Manhattan Beach,” said Bobby. “Why don’t you g...
sick with the flu drinking beer my radio on loud enough to overcome the sounds of the