#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
O lord, he said, Japanese women, real women, they have not forgotte… bowing and smiling closing the wounds men have made; but American women will kill you l…
sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;
I sat in the airport and waited. You never knew about photos. You could never tell. I was nervous. I felt like vomiting. I lit a cigarette and gagged. Why did I do these things? I didn’...
call it th e green house effect or… but it just doesn’t rain like it used to. particularly remember the rains of… depression era.
I used to know a dutchman in a Ph… he’d take 3 raw eggs in his beer, 71, still working, strong,
Meanwhile, there was still Joyce, and her geraniums, and a couple of million if I could hang on. Joyce and the flies and the geraniums. I worked the night shift, 12 hours, and she pawed...
“what?” they say, “you got a computer?” it’s like I have sold out to the enemy. I had no idea so many
big black beard tells me that I don’t feel terror I look at him
the schoolyard was a horror show:… freaks the beatings up against the wire f… our schoolmates watching glad that they were not the victim…
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,
I used to take the back off the telephone and stuff it with ra… and when somebody knocked I wouldn’t answer and if they pers… I’d tell them in terms vulgar
I used to hold my social security… up in the air, he told me, but I was so small they couldn’t see it,
64 days and nights in that place, chemotherapy, antibiotics, blood running into the catheter. leukemia.
Some say we should keep personal r… poem, stay abstract, and there is some r… but jezus; twelve poems gone and I don’t keep…
I kept the date in mind. It was never any problem creating a split with Lydia. I was naturally a loner, content just to live with a woman, eat with her, sleep with her, walk down the st...