#AmericanWriters
cigarettes wetted with beer from the night before you light one gag open the door for air
he was a good one say 18, 19, marine and every time woman came down the train aisle
Beowulf may have killed Grendel a… Grendel’s mother but he couldn’t kill this one:
This babe in the grandstand with dyed red hair kept leaning her breasts against me and talking about Gardena poker parlors
I had boils the size of tomatoes all over me they stuck a drill into me down at the county hospital, and
as the spirit wanes the form
I phoned Joyce. “How’s it working with Purple Sti… “What did he do when you told him… “We were sitting across from each… “What happened?”
Shirley came to town with a broken… and met the Chicano who smoked long slim cigars and they got a place together on Beacon street
dogs and angels are not very different. I often go to this place to eat about 2:30 in the afternoon
take a writer away from his typewr… and all you have left is the sickness which started him
he talked about Steinbeck and Tho… wrote like a cross between the two… and I lived in a hotel on Figuero… close to the bars and he lived further uptown in a s…
feet of cheese coffeepot soul hands that hate poolsticks eyes like paperclips I prefer red wine
don’t undress my love you might find a mannequin: don’t undress the mannequin you might find my love.
“I’ve made it,” she said, “I’ve c… through.” she had on new boots, pa… and a white sweater. “I know what… want now.” she was from Chicago an… had settled in L.A.’s Fairfax dis…
They are building a house half a block down and I sit up here with the shades down listening to the sounds,