#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
she writes continually like a long nozzle spraying the air,
I am hung by a nail the sun melts my heart I am cousin to the snake
some people never go crazy. me, sometimes I’ll lie down behind… for 3 or 4 days. they’ll find me there. it’s Cherub, they’ll say, and
Graduation Day. We filed in with our caps and gowns to “Pomp and Circumstance.” I suppose that in our three years we must have learned something. Our ability to spell had probably impro...
I got lucky the next day. They called my name. It was a different doctor. I stripped down. He turned a hot white light on me and looked me over. I was sitting on the edge of the examina...
looking out the window smoking rolled cigarettes drinking Sanka and watching the workers come on in
A week later I was driving down Hollywood Boulevard with Lydia. A weekly entertainment newspaper published in California at that time had asked me to write an article on the life of the...
I didn’t know exactly why but Chuck, Eddie, Gene and Frank let me join them in some of their games. I think it started when another guy showed up and they needed three on a side. I stil...
terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat
out of the arm of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on th… by a lady who smokes pot writes songs and stories
once starving in Philadelphia I had a small room it was evening going into night and I stood at my window on the 3r…
“You ought to try to be like Abe Mortenson,” said my mother, “he gets straight A’s. Why can’t you ever get any A’s?” “Henry is dead on his ass,” said my father. “Sometimes I can’t belie...
the dream of a man is a whore with a gold tooth and a garter belt, perfumed with false eyebrows
I’ve watched this city burn twice in my lifetime and the most notable event was the reaction of the politicians in the
this is my piano. the phone rings and people ask, what are you doing? how about getting drunk with us? and I say,