#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
around 2 a.m. in my small room after turning off the poem machine for now
I am hung by a nail the sun melts my heart I am cousin to the snake
3 small boys run toward me blowing whistles and they scream you’re under arrest! you’re drunk!
My mother went to her low-paying job each morning and my father, who didn’t have a job, left each morning too. Although most of the neighbors were unemployed he didn’t want them to thin...
what i liked about e.e. cummings was that he cut away from the holiness of the word and with charm
I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh,
yesterday drunken Alice gave me a jar of fig jam and today she whistles
for five years I have been looking across the way at the side of a red apartment hou… there must be people in there even love in there
no way back to Barcelona. the green soldiers have invaded th… madmen rule Spain and during a heat wave in 1952 I b… no way back to the Rock of Gibral…
call it love stand it up in the failing light put it in a dress pray sing beg cry laugh
murdered in the alleys of the land frost-bitten against flagpoles pawned by females educated in the dark for the dark vomiting into plugged toilets
Back in L.A., there was almost a week of peace. Then the phone rang. It was the owner of a Manhattan Beach nightclub, Marty Seavers. I had read there a couple of times before. The club ...
They had me in the counselor’s office in one of the back rooms of the second floor. “Let me see how you look, Chinaski.” He looked at me. “All right, Mr. Chinaski, we’d like to know whe...
An old man asked me for a cigarett… and I carefully dealt out two. Been lookin’ for job. Gonna stand in the sun and smoke.” He was close to rags and rage
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus