#AmericanWriters
Nothing matters but flopping on a mattress with cheap dreams and a beer as the leaves die and the horses d… and the landladies stare in the ha…
3 small boys run toward me blowing whistles and they scream you’re under arrest! you’re drunk!
To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine— just a lightbulb
naked along the side of the house, 8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oil over my body, Jesus, have I come to this? I once battled in dark alleys for…
he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about
16 and one-half inch neck 68 years old lifts weights body like a young
After nine or ten hours people began getting sleepy and falling into their cases, catching themselves just in time. We were working the zoned mail. If a letter read zone 28 you stuck it...
he walks up to my Volks after I have parked and rocks it back and forth grinning around his
The ultra-violet ray machine clicked off. I had been treated on both sides. I took off the goggles and began to dress. Miss Ackerman walked in. “Not yet,” she said, “keep your clothes o...
I met an old drunk on the street one afternoon. I used to know him from the days with Betty when we made the rounds of the bars. He told me that he was now a postal clerk and that there...
the illusion is that you are simpl… reading this poem. the reality is that this is more than a poem.
listening to Bruckner on the radio wondering why I’m not half mad over the latest breakup with my latest girlfriend wondering why I’m not driving the…
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...
swans die in the Spring too and there it floated dead on a Sunday sideways circling in the current
the weather is hot on the back of… which is down at Finkelstein’s who is gifted with 3 balls but no heart, but you’ve got to un… when the bull goes down