#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
the goldfish sing all night with g… and the whores go down with the st… the whores go down with the stars I’m sorry, sir, we close at 4:30, besides yr mother’s neck is dirty,
the German hotel was very strange… double doors to the rooms, very th… looked the park and the vasser ter… it was usually too late for breakf… would be everywhere changing sheet…
she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite
to be writing poetry at the age of… like a schoolboy, surely, I must be crazy; racetracks and booze and arguments with the landlord;
I had this room in front on DeLon… and I used to sit for hours in the daytime looking out the front window.
I took women either to the boxing matches or to the racetrack. That Thursday night I took Katherine to the boxing matches at the Olympic auditorium. She had never been to a live fight. ...
another bed another woman more curtains another bathroom another kitchen
Our man was there to meet us, Gary Benson. He also wrote poetry and drove a cab. He was very fat but at least he didn’t look like a poet, he didn’t look North Beach or East Village or l...
the boys come up the boys climb up the brown pole as the waterheater gurgles in Spanish
he buys 5 cars a month, details th… them out, then resells them at a profit of one or… he has a nice Jewish wife and he t… bangs her until the walls shake.
more wasted days, gored days, evaporated days. more squandered days, days pissed away,
they go on writing pumping out poems— young boys and college professors wives who drink wine all afternoon while their husbands work,
wha’, what did you expect? a schoo… some more practical lover filling… I’m a fool and no gentleman: I wa… with Crane in pajamas, but suicide… there’s less and less to kill.
the girls were young and worked the streets but often couldn’t score, they
see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.