#1973 #AmericanWriters #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you… that?
cigarettes wetted with beer from the night before you light one gag open the door for air
awaken at 11:30 a.m. get into my chinos and a clean gre… open a Miller’s, and nothing in the mailbox but the Berkeley Tribe
she sits on the floor going through a cardboard box reading me love letters I have wri… while her 4 year old daughter lies… wrapped in a pink blanket and
we like to shower afterwards (I like the water hotter than she) and her face is always soft and pe… and she’ll wash me first spread the soap over my balls
for five years I have been looking across the way at the side of a red apartment hou… there must be people in there even love in there
I suppose it’s raining in some Sp… while I’m feeling bad like this; I’d like to think so now.
I had boils the size of tomatoes all over me they stuck a drill into me down at the county hospital, and
Cleo’s going to make it now she’s got her shit together she split with Barney Barney wasn’t good for her she got a bigger apartment
I was glad I had money in the Sav… Friday afternoon hungover I didn’t have a job I was glad I had money in the Sav… I didn’t know how to play a guitar
the centerfielder turns rushes back reaches up his glove and
we are always asked to understand the other person’s viewpoint no matter how out—dated
what you see is what you see: madhouses are rarely on display. that we still walk about and scratch ourselves and light
listening to Bruckner on the radio wondering why I’m not half mad over the latest breakup with my latest girlfriend wondering why I’m not driving the…
in the hospitals and jails it’s the worst in madhouses it’s the worst in penthouses