#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
at the track today, Father’s Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a
we take what we can see— the engines driving us mad, lovers finally hating; this fish in the market staring upward into our minds;
In bed I had something in front o… “Sorry, baby,” I said. Then I ro… Then something awakened me. It wa… “Go, baby, go!” I told her. I arched my back now and then. Sh…
sitting on a 2nd-floor porch at 1:… while looking out over the city. could be worse. we needn’t accomplish great things…
“It’s the manager, Freddy. He has started whistling this song. He’s whistling it when I come in in the morning and he never stops, and he’s whistling it when I go home at night. It’s be...
the best often die by their own ha… just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody
when God created love he didn’t he… when God created dogs He didn’t h… when God created plants that was a… when God created hate we had a sta… when God created me He created me
This babe in the grandstand with dyed red hair kept leaning her breasts against me and talking about Gardena poker parlors
“what?” they say, “you got a computer?” it’s like I have sold out to the enemy. I had no idea so many
I was fairly drunk when it began and I took out my bottle and… along the way. I was reading a wee… Kandel and I did not look quite a… pretty but
crud, he said, hauling it out of the water, what is it? a Hollow-Back June Whale, I said… no, said a guy standing by us on t…
The boys on Dorsey station didn’t know my problems. I’d enter through the back way each night, hide my sweater in a tray and walk in to get my timecard: We had a game going, the black-w...
We came in low over Kansas City, the pilot said the temperature was 20 degrees, and there I was in my thin California sports coat and shirt, lightweight pants, summer stockings, and hol...
I used to hold my social security… up in the air, he told me, but I was so small they couldn’t see it,
The voices of the people were the same, no matter where you carried the mail you heard the same things over and over again. “You’re late, aren’t you?” “Where’s the regular carrier?” “He...