#1973 #AmericanWriters #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
oh, how worried they are about my soul! I get letters the phone rings... “are you going to be all right?”
The next night Bobby and Valerie came over. They had recently moved into my apartment building and now lived across the court. Bobby had on his tight knit shirt. Everything always fitte...
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
I have been hanging here headless for so long that the body has forgotten
the blazing shark wants my balls as I walk through the meat section looking for salami and cheese purple housewives
I had to take a shit but instead I went into this shop to have a key made. the woman was dressed
live alone in a small room and read the newspapers and sleep alone in the dark dreaming of crowds.
She wasn’t really a cop, she was a clerk-cop. And she started coming in and telling me about a guy who wore a purple stick pin and was a “real gentleman.” “Well,” I’d ask, “how was old ...
they laugh continually even when a board falls down and destroys a face or distorts a
He hinted at times that I was a bastard and I told him to listen to Brahms, and I told him to learn to paint and drink and not be dominated by women and dollars but he screamed at me, F...
The subs themselves made Jonstone possible by obeying his impossible orders. I couldn’t see how a man of such obvious cruelty could be allowed to have his position. The regulars didn’t ...
at the hospital that I have been going to the nurses seem overweight. they are bulky in their
stuck in the rain on the freeway,… these are the lucky ones, these ar… dutifully employed, most with thei… as possible as they try not to thi… this is our new civilization: as m…
don’t ever get the idea I am a poe… at the racetrack any day half drun… betting quarters, sidewheelers and… but let me tell you, there are som… who go where the money goes, and s…
a poem is a city filled with stree… filled with saints, heroes, beggar… filled with banality and booze, filled with rain and thunder and p… drought, a poem is a city at war,