#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
as the orchid dies and the grass goes insane, let’s have one for the los… met an old man and a tired whore
this man used to be an interesting writer, he was able to say brisk and refreshing things. at the time
she pulled her dress off over her head and I saw the panties indented somewhat into the crotch.
There was this place. It stretched over the sea, it was built over the sea. An old place, but with a touch of class. We got a room on the first floor. You could hear the ocean running d...
I am hung by a nail the sun melts my heart I am cousin to the snake
But then it began raining again. The Stone had me out on a thing called Sunday Collection, and if you’re thinking of church, forget it. You picked up a truck at West Garage and a clipbo...
takes lot of desperation dissatisfaction and
when I was in grammar school my parents were poor and in my lunch bag there was only a peanut butter sandwich.
my moustache is pasted-on and my wig and my eyebrows and even my eyes... then something stuns me... the lampshades swing, I hear
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,
a woman, a tire that’s flat, a disease, a desire: fears in front of you, fears that hold so still
dying has its rough edge. no escaping now. the warden has his eye on me. his bad eye. I’m doing hard time now.
You had to fill out more papers to get out than to get in. The first page they gave you was a personalized mimeo affair from the postmaster of the city. It began: “I am sorry you are te...
in grievous deity my cat walks around he walks around and around with electric tail and
I have seen an old man around town… carrying an enormous pack. he uses a walking stick and moves up and down the streets with this pack strapped to his bac…