#AmericanWriters
One Sunday Jimmy talked me into going to the beach with him. He wanted to go swimming. I didn’t want to he seen wearing swimming trunks because my hack was covered with boils and scars....
We had another fight. Later I was back at my place but I didn’t feel like sitting there alone and drinking. The night harness racing meet was on. I took a pint and went out to the track...
I’m out of matches. the springs in my couch are broken. they stole my footlocker. they stole my oil painting of
I’ve watched this city burn twice in my lifetime and the most notable event was the reaction of the politicians in the
call it the greenhouse effect or w… but it just doesn’t rain like it u… I particularly remember the rains… depression era. there wasn’t any money but there w…
these boys have got class they ought to make kings out of old men rolling cigarettes in rooms small enough
here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in dra… here comes nothing to do all day l… here comes another night of no sle… here comes the phone ringing the w…
first of all, I had a hard time, a… locating the parking lot for the b… wasn’t off the main boulevard wher… the cars all driven by merciless k… were doing 55 mph in a 25 mph zone…
drunk and writing poems at 3 a.m. what counts now is one more tight
I was standing in line at the bank… when the old fellow in front of me dropped his glasses (luckily, with… case) and as he bent over
good weather is like good women— it doesn’t always happen and when it does
we take what we can see— the engines driving us mad, lovers finally hating; this fish in the market staring upward into our minds;
at the window I watch a man with a power mower the sounds of his doing race like flies and bees
I’m soft. I dream too. I let myself dream. I dream of being famous. I dream of walking the streets of London and
very tall girl lifts her nose at m… outside a supermarket as if I were a walking garbage can; and I had no desire for her, no more desire