#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
the final curtain on one of the lo… musicals ever, some people claim t… seen it over one hundred times. I saw it on the tv news, that fina… flowers, cheers, tears, a thundero…
I was sitting with an anarchist from Beverly Hills, Ben Solvnag, who was writing my biography when I heard her footsteps on the court walk. I knew the sound—they were always fast and fr...
this is my piano. the phone rings and people ask, what are you doing? how about getting drunk with us? and I say,
if you can’t stand the heat, he sa… kitchen. you know who said that? Harry Truman. I’m not in the kitchen, I say, I’… oven.
is an orange animal with hand grenades fire power
she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite
see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.
the old folks play a game in the park overlooking the sea shoving markers across cement with wooden sticks. four play, two on each side
waiting for death like a cat that will jump on the bed I am so very sorry for
I looked for a job all summer and couldn’t find one. Jimmy Hatcher caught on at an aircraft plant. Hitler was acting up in Europe and creating jobs for the unemployed. I had been with J...
I took the envelope home to my mother and handed it to her and walked into the bedroom. My bedroom. The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even ...
she wore a platinum blond wig and her face was rouged and powder… and she put the lipstick on making a huge painted mouth and her neck was wrinkled
then there was the time in New Orleans I was living with a fat woman, Marie, in the French Quarter and I got very sick.
here they come these guys grey truck radio playing they are in a hurry
the bulls are grand as the side of… and although they kill them for th… it is the bull that burns the fire… and although there are cowardly bu… there are cowardly matadors and co…