#AmericanWriters
I was a bum in San Francisco but… to go to a symphony concert along… and the music was good but somethi… audience was not and something about the orchestra
terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat
I cut the middle fingernail of the… finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt
Bruckner wasn’t bad even though he got down on his knees and proclaimed Wagner the master.
here I’ll be 55 in a week. what will I write about
hooray say the roses, today is bla… and we are red as blood. hooray say the roses, today is Wed… and we bloom wher soldiers fell and lovers too,
They don’t make it the beautiful die in flame— suicide pills, rat poison, rope wh… ever... they rip their arms off,
these things that we support most… have nothing to do with up, and we do with them out of boredom or fear or money or cracked intelligence;
I went up to Tammie’s place with my cardboard cartons. First I got the items she mentioned. Then I found other things—other dresses and blouses, shoes, an iron, a hair dryer, Dancy’s cl...
nobody goes downtown anymore the plants and trees have been cut… Pershing Square the grass is brown and the street preachers are not a…
drinking German beer and trying to come up with the immortal poem at 5 p.m. in the afternoon. but, ah, I’ve told the
There was a gang of us down there. 150 or 200. There were tedious papers to fill out. Then we all stood up and faced the flag. The guy who swore us in was the same guy who had sworn me ...
a woman, a tire that’s flat, a disease, a desire: fears in front of you, fears that hold so still
don’t undress my love you might find a mannequin: don’t undress the mannequin you might find my love.
as I go to the escalator young fellow and a lovely young gi… are ahead of me. her pants, her blouse are skintigh… as we ascend