#AmericanWriters
like the fox run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth
Then I developed a new system at the racetrack. I pulled in $3,000 in a month and a half while only going to the track two or three times a week. I began to dream. I saw a little house ...
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...
he hooked to the body hard took it well and loved to fight had seven in a row and a small fle… over one eye,
they found him walking along the f… all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut off his sexual
there’s Barry in his ripped walkin… he’s on Thorazine is 24 looks 38 lives with his mother in the same
she was in her orange Volks waitin… as I walked up the street with 2 six packs and a pint of sco… and she jumped out and began grabbing the beerbottles…
Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the… Orthadox to the west. she is dark
They don’t make it the beautiful die in flame— suicide pills, rat poison, rope wh… ever... they rip their arms off,
my father always said, “early to b… early to rise makes a man healthy,… and wise.” it was lights out at 8 p.m. in our… and we were up at dawn to the smel…
Our English teacher, Miss Gredis, was the absolute best. She was a blonde with a long sharp nose. Her nose wasn’t much good but you didn’t notice it when you looked at the rest of her. ...
we take what we can see— the engines driving us mad, lovers finally hating; this fish in the market staring upward into our minds;
big sloppy wounded dog hit by a car and walking toward the curbing making enormous sounds
welcome to my wormy hell. the music grinds off-key. fish eyes watch from the wall. this is where the last happy shot… fired.
They are building a house half a block down and I sit up here with the shades down listening to the sounds,