#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
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…
It was Christmas season and I learned from the drunk up the hill, who did the trick every Christmas, that they would hire damned near anybody, and so I went and the next thing I knew I ...
more wasted days, gored days, evaporated days. more squandered days, days pissed away,
stew at noon, my dear; and look: the ants, the sawdust, the mica plants, the shadows of banks like bad jokes; do you think we’ll hear
a woman, a tire that’s flat, a disease, a desire: fears in front of you, fears that hold so still
I took my girlfriend to your last poetry reading, she said “yes”, “yes?” I asked. "she`s young and pretty",
between 2 and 5 p.m. any day and a… Wednesday, it’s 20% off for us old dogs approaching the sunset… it’s strange to be old and not fee… old
love, he said, gas kiss me off kiss my lips kiss my hair my fingers
There was this place. It stretched over the sea, it was built over the sea. An old place, but with a touch of class. We got a room on the first floor. You could hear the ocean running d...
if you’re going to try, go all the way. otherwise, don’t even start. if you’re going to try, go all the way.
Lydia phoned me in the morning. “Whenever you get drunk,” she said, “I’m going out dancing. I went to the Red Umbrella last night and I asked men to dance with me. A woman has a right t...
I remember the Model-T. Sitting high, the running boards seemed friendly, and on cold days, in the mornings, and often at other times, my father had to fit the hand-crank into the front...
he walks up to my Volks after I have parked and rocks it back and forth grinning around his
she was sitting in the window of room 1010 at the Chelsea in New York, Janis Joplin’s old room. it was 104 degrees
she lived in Galveston and was int… T.M. and I went down to visit her and w… continually even though it was ver… weather