#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
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?
The first thing I remember is being under something. It was a table, I saw a table leg, I saw the legs of the people, and a portion of the tablecloth hanging down. It was dark under the...
I blacked out after that. I guess I had consumed more whiskey than I thought. I don’t remember arriving at Nicole’s. I awakened in the morning with my back to somebody in a strange bed....
consistency is terrific: shark-mouth grubby interior with an almost perfect body, long blazing hair—
well, first Mae West died and then George Raft, and Eddie G. Robinson’s been gone long time,
Slipping keenly into bright ashes, target of vanilla tears your sure body lit candles for men on dark nights, and now your night is darker
I still get letters in the mail, m… men in tiny rooms with factory job… living with whores or no woman at… booze and madness. Most of their letters are on lined…
knew you were a bad-ass,” he said. you sat in the back of Art class a… you never said anything. then I saw you in that brutal figh… with the guy with the dirty yellow
My father had two brothers. The younger was named Ben and the older was named John. Both were alcoholics and ne’er-do-wells. My parents often spoke of them. “Neither of them amount to a...
is a highrise apt. next door and he beats her at night and she… and I see her the next day standing in the driveway with curl… and she has her huge buttocks jamm…
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce-pickers of Salinas?
I took my girlfriend to your last poetry reading, she said “yes”, “yes?” I asked. "she`s young and pretty",
“you know,” she said, “you were at the bar so you didn’t see but I danced with this guy. we danced and we danced close.
sway with me, everything sad— madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to figure
I had to fly to Illinois to give a reading at the University. I hated readings, but they helped with the rent and maybe they helped sell books. They got me out of east Hollywood, they g...