#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
yes, they begin out in a willow, I… the starch mountains begin out in… and keep right on going without re… pumas and nectarines somehow these mountains are like
the rooms at the hospital went for 550 a day. that was for the room alone. the amazing thing, though, was tha… in some of the rooms
as the spirit wanes the form
is an orange animal with hand grenades fire power
smoking a cigarette and noting a m… flattened out against the wall and died as organ music from centuries back… my black radio
dumb, Jesus Christ, some people are so dumb you can hear them splashing around
30 dogs, 20 men on 20 horses and o… and look here, they write, you are a dupe for the state, the… you are in the ego-dream, read your history, study the monet…
In bed I had something in front o… “Sorry, baby,” I said. Then I ro… Then something awakened me. It wa… “Go, baby, go!” I told her. I arched my back now and then. Sh…
here I’m supposed to be a great po… and I’m sleepy in the afternoon here I am aware of death like a gi… charging at me and I’m sleepy in the afternoon
murder the roaches spit out paper clips and the helicopter circles and cir… smelling for blood
Graduation Day. We filed in with our caps and gowns to “Pomp and Circumstance.” I suppose that in our three years we must have learned something. Our ability to spell had probably impro...
half drunk I left her place her warm blankets and I was hungover didn’t even know what town
my daughter is most glorious. we are eating a takeout snack in my car in Santa Monica.
the legs are gone and the hopes—th… and I haven’t shaved in sixteen da… but the mailman still makes his ro… water still comes out of the fauce… myself with glazed and milky eyes…
I got in the shower and burned my balls last Wednesday. met this painter called Spain, no, he was a cartoonist,