#AmericanWriters
my friend William is a fortunate m… he lacks the imagination to suffer he kept his first job his first wife can drive a car 50,000 miles
you go for these wenches, she said… you go for these whores, I’ll bore you. I don’t want to be shit on anymore… I said,
sway with me, everything sad— madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to figure
this guy he’s got a crazy eye and he’s brown a dark brown from the sun the Hollywood and Western sun
we are gathered here now to bury her in this poem. she did not marry an unemployed wi… beat her every
got out, fellow said, “hey!” walke… me, we shook hands, he slipped me… tickets for free car washes, “find… told him, walked on through to wai… area with wife, we sat on outside…
call it love stand it up in the failing light put it in a dress pray sing beg cry laugh
They don’t make it the beautiful die in flame— suicide pills, rat poison, rope wh… ever... they rip their arms off,
We drank all day and that night I tried again to make love to Mindy. I was astounded and dismayed to find she had a large pussy. An extra large pussy. I hadn’t noticed it the night befo...
ah, Merryman, fighter on the docks, killed a man while they were unloa… bananas. mean the man he killed
when I look back now at the abuse I took from her I feel shame that I was so innocent,
That summer, July 1934, they gunned down John Dillinger outside the movie house in Chicago. He never had a chance. The Lady in Red had fingered him. More than a year earlier the banks h...
first time my father overheard me… this bit of music he asked me, “what is it?” “it’s called Love For Three Oran… I informed him.
the feelings I get driving past the railroad yard never on purpose but on my way to… are the feelings other men have fo… see the tracks and all the boxcars
is a highrise apt. next door and he beats her at night and she… and I see her the next day standing in the driveway with curl… and she has her huge buttocks jamm…