#AmericanWriters
in the winter walking on my ceiling my eyes the size of street… I have 4 feet like a mouse but wash my own underwear—bearded and hungover and a hard-on and no lawy…
shot in the eye shot in the brain shot in the ass shot like a flower in the dance amazing how death wins hands down
cigarettes wetted with beer from the night before you light one gag open the door for air
I go to pick her up. she’s on some errand. she always has errands many things to do. I have nothing to do.
vain vanilla ladies strutting while van Gogh did it to himself. girls pulling on silk hose
you may not believe it but there are people who go through life with very little friction or
I went to this place to see a movi… on tv Alexander the Great, and here come the armies ta ta ta
Then some men came around and ripped out every other water– fountain. “Hey, look, what the hell are they doing?” I asked. I was in the 3rd class flat section. I walked over to another c...
My drinking slowed down the next week. I went to the racetrack to get fresh air and sunshine and plenty of walking. At night I drank, wondering why I was still alive, how the scheme wor...
Her father really hated me. He thought I was after his money. I didn’t want his god damned money. And I didn’t even want his god damned precious daughter. The only time I ever saw him w...
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break
The bandages were helpful. L.A. County Hospital had finally come up with something. The boils drained. They didn’t vanish but they flattened a bit. Yet some new ones would appear and ri...
I even hear the mountains the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the water the fish cry
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…
he was 65, his wife was 66, had Alzheimer’s disease. he had cancer of the mouth. there were