#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
her shoes themselves would light my room like many candles. she walks like all things shining on glass,
in the Valkerie Mountains among the strutting peacocks I found a flower as large as my head
self-congratulatory nonsense as th… famous gather to applaud their see… greatness you wonder where
she wrote me for years. “I’m drinking wine in the kitchen. it’s raining outside. the children are in school.” she was an average citizen
After English class one day Mrs. Curtis asked me to stay. She had great legs and a lisp and there was something about the legs and the lisp together that heated me up. She was about 32,...
I got his ashes, she said, and I… out to sea and I scattered his ash… they didn’t even look like ashes and the urn was weighted with
you came out, she said, and then you kicked this guy’s car and then you threw yourself into a… you crushed the whole bush,
kool enough to die but not kill I take my doctor’s green pill drink tea as the sharks swim through vases o…
my daughter is most glorious. we are eating a takeout snack in my car in Santa Monica.
A month went by. R.A. Dwight, the editor of Dogbite Press wrote and asked me to do a foreword to Keesing’s Selected Poems. Keesing, with the help of his death, was at last going to get ...
they took my man off the street the other day he wore an L.A. Rams sweatshirt w… the sleeves cut off
I could see the road ahead of me. I was poor and I was going to stay poor. But I didn’t particularly want money. I didn’t know what I wanted. Yes, I did. I wanted someplace to hide out,...
he was a good one say 18, 19, marine and every time woman came down the train aisle
yes, they begin out in a willow, I… the starch mountains begin out in… and keep right on going without re… pumas and nectarines somehow these mountains are like
I got up for a glass of water and as I walked into the kitchen I saw Picasso walk up to Joyce and lick her ankle. I was barefooted and she didn’t hear me. She had on high heels. She loo...