#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
she’s from Texas and weighs 103 pounds and stands before the mirror combing oceans of reddish hair
at the track today, Father’s Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a
naked along the side of the house, 8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oil over my body, Jesus, have I come to this? I once battled in dark alleys for…
Making love in the sun, in the mor… in a hotel room above the alley where poor men poke for bottles; making love in the sun
kool enough to die but not kill I take my doctor’s green pill drink tea as the sharks swim through vases o…
see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.
The jew bent over and died. 99 machine guns were shipped to France. somebody w… while I inspected the propeller of an old monoplane
The next thing I knew, I had a young girl from Texas on my lap. I won’t go into details of how I met her. Anyway, there it was. She was 23. I was 36. She had long blonde hair and was go...
I am in this low—slung sports car painted a deep, rich yellow driving under an Italian sun. I have a British accent. I’m wearing dark shades
the boy walks with his muddy feet… soul talking about recitals, virtuosi,… the lesser known novels of Dostoev… talking about how he corrected a w…
the virus holds the concepts give way like rotten shoelaces toothache and bacon dance on the lawn
eating cold plums in bed she told me about the German who owned everything on the block except the custom drapery shop and he tried to buy
man, he said, sitting on the steps your car sure needs a wash and wax… I can do it for you for 5 bucks, I got the wax, I got the rags, I… I need.
this poet he’d been drinking 2 or 3 days and he walked out on the stage and looked at that audience and he just knew he was going to do it. there was a grand piano on stage and he walke...
to be writing poetry at the age of… like a schoolboy, surely, I must be crazy; racetracks and booze and arguments with the landlord;