#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
I have lain in bed all day but I have written one poem and I am up now looking out the window and like a novelist might say
it’s unfortunate, and simply not the style, but I don’t care: girls remind me of hair in the sink, girls remind me of intestines and bladders and excretory movements; it’s unfortunate a...
“What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?” We got into my car and she told me where she lived. We stopped for a couple of big steaks, vegetables, stuff for a salad, potatoes, b...
old grey-haired waitresses in cafes at night have given it up, and as I walk down sidewalks of light and look into windows
I went into the bends. I got drunker and stayed drunker than a shit skunk in Purgatory. I even had the butcher knife against my throat one night in the kitchen and then I thought, easy,...
one of Lorca’s best lines is, “agony, always agony ...” think of this when you
I forget the beginning time. 6 or 7 p.m. Something like that. All you did was sit with a handful of letters, take a streetmap and figure your run. It was easy. All the drivers took much...
I’m out of matches. the springs in my couch are broken. they stole my footlocker. they stole my oil painting of
there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often
sitting on a 2nd-floor porch at 1:… while looking out over the city. could be worse. we needn’t accomplish great things…
around 2 a.m. in my small room after turning off the poem machine for now
“what?” they say, “you got a computer?” it’s like I have sold out to the enemy. I had no idea so many
vain vanilla ladies strutting while van Gogh did it to himself. girls pulling on silk hose
he hooked to the body hard took it well and loved to fight had seven in a row and a small fle… over one eye,
During the second and third grades I still didn’t get a chance to play baseball but I knew that somehow I was developing into a player. If I ever got a bat in my hands again I knew I wo...