#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
big sloppy wounded dog hit by a car and walking toward the curbing making enormous sounds
I met her somehow through correspo… and she began sending me very sexy… and this being mixed in with a min… confused me somewhat and I got in… through the mountains and valleys…
I’m out of matches. the springs in my couch are broken. they stole my footlocker. they stole my oil painting of
225 days under grass and you know more than I. they have long taken your blood, you are a dry stick in a basket. is this how it works?
I kept getting letters from a lady who lived only a mile or so away. She signed them Nicole. She said she had read some of my books and liked them. I answered one of her letters and she...
she left me 5 weeks ago and went t… that is, I think she left. the other day I went out to mail h… and I saw her sitting on the bus s… it was her hair there
love, he said, gas kiss me off kiss my lips kiss my hair my fingers
I’m in bed. it’s morning and I hear: where are your socks? please get dressed!
the acute and terrible air hangs w… as summer birds mingle in the bran… and warble and mystify the clamor of the mind… an old parrot
we fought for 17 days inside that… thrusting and counter-thrusting but finally she got away and I walked outside and spit
let me speak as a friend although the centuries hang between us and neither you nor I can see the moon. be careful less the onion blind th…
the droll noon where squadrons of worms creep up like stripteasers to be raped by blackbirds. I go outside
used to drive those trucks so hard and for so long that my right foot would go dead from pushing down on the accelerator.
women don’t know how to love, she told me. you know how to love but women just want to leech.
I’ll settle for the 6 horse on a rainy afternoon a paper cup of coffee in my hand a little way to go,