#1973 #AmericanWriters #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
here I am in the ground my mouth open and
as the orchid dies and the grass goes insane, let’s have one for the los… met an old man and a tired whore
see this final storm as nothing ve… the world; there are so many more important t… consider. see this final storm as nothing ve…
I found a room on Temple Street in the Filipino district. It was $3.50 a week, upstairs on the second floor. I paid the landlady—a middle-aged blond—a week’s rent. The toilet and tub we...
I am driving down Wilton Avenue when this girl of about 15 dressed in tight blue jeans that grip her behind like two hand… steps out in front of my car
the girls were young and worked the streets but often couldn’t score, they
I had been corresponding with a lady in San Francisco for several months. Her name was Liza Weston and she survived by giving dance lessons, including ballet, in her own studio. She was...
Markov claims I am trying to stab his soul but I’d prefer his wife. put my feet on the coffee table and he says,
unaccountably we are alone forever alone and it was meant to be that way, was never meant
I have been looking at the same lampshade for 5 years and it has gathered
let me speak as a friend although the centuries hang between us and neither you nor I can see the moon. be careful less the onion blind th…
Lydia met me at the airport. She was horny as usual. “Jesus Christ,” she said. “I’m hot! I play with myself but it doesn’t do any good.” “Lydia, my leg is still in terrible shape. I jus...
To pacify Lydia I agreed to go to Muleshead, Utah. Her sister was camping in the mountains. The sisters actually owned much of the land. It had been inherited from their father. Glendol...
it was on the 2nd floor on Coronad… I used to get drunk and throw the radio through the wi… while it was playing, and, of cour… it would break the glass in the wi…
the girls are coming home in their… and I sit by the window and watch. there’s a girl in a red dress driving a white car