#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
he sits all day at the bus stop at Sunset and Western his sleeping bag beside him. he’s dirty. nobody bothers him.
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break
half drunk I left her place her warm blankets and I was hungover didn’t even know what town
I used to know a dutchman in a Ph… he’d take 3 raw eggs in his beer, 71, still working, strong,
here I am in the ground my mouth open and
On Thursday night Bobby phoned again. “Hey, man, what are you doing?” “Oh, come on, man, I’ll just stay for a few beers. . . .” “You treat him mean. He gets lonely when his wife is at w...
the schoolyard was a horror show:… freaks the beatings up against the wire f… our schoolmates watching glad that they were not the victim…
I had worked my charms on her for a couple of nights in a bar— not that we were new lovers, I had loved her for 16 months but she didn’t want to come to my…
and so we suck on a cigar and a beer attempting to mend the love
the 3 horse clipped the heels of the 7, they both went down and the 9 stumbled over them, jocks rolling, horses’ legs flung skyward.
a woman told a man when he got off a plane that I was dead. a magazine printed the fact that I was dead
I was coming off an affair that ha… frankly, I was sliding down into a… really feeling shitty and low when I lucked into this lady with… covered with a jeweled canopy
“what?” they say, “you got a computer?” it’s like I have sold out to the enemy. I had no idea so many
he comes out at 7:30 a.m. every da… with 3 peanut butter sandwiches, a… there’s one can of beer which he floats in the baitbucket. he fishes for hours with a small t…
see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.