#AmericanWriters
once we were young at this machine. . . drinking
places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you… that?
I see you drinking at a fountain w… blue hands, no, your hands are not… they are small, and the fountain i… where you wrote me that last lette… I answered and never heard from yo…
a poem is a city filled with stree… filled with saints, heroes, beggar… filled with banality and booze, filled with rain and thunder and p… drought, a poem is a city at war,
I have lain in bed all day but I have written one poem and I am up now looking out the window and like a novelist might say
as the orchid dies and the grass goes insane, let’s have one for the los… met an old man and a tired whore
all the women all their kisses the different ways they love and talk and need. their ears they all have
But, there were still bits of action. One guy was caught on the same stairway that I had been trapped on. He was caught there with his head under some girl’s skirt. Then one of the girl...
outside my window Sunday. I am eating a grapefruit. church is over at the… Orthodox to the west.
people went into vacant lots and pulled up greens to cook and the men rolled Bull Durham or smoked Wings (10 a pack) and the dogs were thin and the cats were thin and the cats learned h...
We had another fight. Later I was back at my place but I didn’t feel like sitting there alone and drinking. The night harness racing meet was on. I took a pint and went out to the track...
I saw Bobby out front the next day when I went to buy a newspaper. “Louie phoned,” he said, “he told me what happened to him.” “He ran outside to vomit and Tammie grabbed his cock while...
I feel gypped by dunces as if reality were the property of little men with luck and a headstart, and I sit in the cold
Frank liked airplanes. He lent me all his pulp magazines about World War 1. The best was Flying Aces. The dog-fights were great, the Spads and the Fokkers mixing it. I read all the stor...
there are many single women in the… with one or two or three children and one wonders where the husbands have gone or where the lovers have gone