#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
sleepy now at 4 a.m. hear the siren of a white ambulance,
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…
I watched the board and the 6 drop… after a first flash of 18 from a m… of 12...two minutes to post and a… kept jamming against my back, but… I bet 20 to win and walked out to…
My father always ran the neighborhood kids away from our house. I was told not to play with them but I walked down the street and watched them anyhow. “Hey, Heinie!” they yelled, “Why d...
I used to know a dutchman in a Ph… he’d take 3 raw eggs in his beer, 71, still working, strong,
Abe Mortenson was had enough to be around but he was just a fool. You can forgive a fool because he only runs in one direction and doesn’t deceive anybody. It’s the deceivers who make y...
you sit on the couch with me tonight new woman. have you seen the
Our man was there to meet us, Gary Benson. He also wrote poetry and drove a cab. He was very fat but at least he didn’t look like a poet, he didn’t look North Beach or East Village or l...
with old cars, especially when you… and drive them for many years a love affair is inevitable: you even learn to accept their little
sick with the flu drinking beer my radio on loud enough to overcome the sounds of the
she pulled her dress off over her head and I saw the panties indented somewhat into the crotch.
I’m in bed. it’s morning and I hear: where are your socks? please get dressed!
Jack London drinking his life awa… writing of strange and heroic men. Eugene O’Neill drinking himself o… while writing his dark and poetic works.
what you see is what you see: madhouses are rarely on display. that we still walk about and scratch ourselves and light
I didn’t do much the rest of the week. The Oaktree meet was on. I went to the track 2 or 3 times, broke even. I wrote a dirty story for a sex mag, wrote 10 or 12 poems, masturbated, and...