#1973 #AmericanWriters #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
dumb, Jesus Christ, some people are so dumb you can hear them splashing around
The track had moved down the coast a hundred miles or so. I kept paying the rent on my apartment in town, got in my car and drove down. Once or twice a week I would drive back to the ap...
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…
you shoulda been at this party, I know you hate parties but you seem to be at most of them… anyhow, I took my girl, you know her—
a girlfriend came in built me a bed scrubbed and waxed the kitchen flo… scrubbed the walls vacuumed
I wait on life like a pregnancy, p… the gut but all I hear now is the piano slamming its teeth throu… brain
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…
I am hung by a nail the sun melts my heart I am cousin to the snake
the centerfielder turns rushes back reaches up his glove and
the lair of the hunted is hidden in the last place you’d ever look and even if you find it you won’t believe
Julio came by with his guitar and… latest song. Julio was famous, he wrote songs a… published books of little drawings… poems.
I get too many phone calls. they seek the creature out. they shouldn’t.
92 years old his tooth has been bothering him had to get it filled he lost his left eye 40 years ago
I had this room in front on DeLon… and I used to sit for hours in the daytime looking out the front window.
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