#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
the schoolyard was a horror show:… freaks the beatings up against the wire f… our schoolmates watching glad that they were not the victim…
at their best, there is gentleness… some understanding and, at times,… courage but all in all it is a mass, a glo… have too much.
When Jonstone saw me the next 5 a.m. he spun in his swivel and his face and his shirt were the same color. But he said nothing. I didn’t care. I had been up to 2 a.m. drinking and screw...
I suppose so. I was living in an attic in Phila… it became very hot in the summer a… bars. I didn’t have any money and… I put a small ad in the paper and…
dame some dogs who sleep at night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh
this man sometimes forgets who he is. sometimes he thinks he’s the Pope. other times he thinks he’s a
you no faces no faces at all laughing at nothing—
I saw Sara every three or four days, at her place or at mine. We slept together but there was no sex. We came close but we never quite got to it. Drayer Baba’s precepts held strong. We ...
shot off his left ear then his right, and then tore off his belt buckle with hot lead, and then
there is always that space there just before they get to us that space that fine relaxer the breather
“You ought to try to be like Abe Mortenson,” said my mother, “he gets straight A’s. Why can’t you ever get any A’s?” “Henry is dead on his ass,” said my father. “Sometimes I can’t belie...
in the winter walking on my ceiling my eyes the size of street… I have 4 feet like a mouse but wash my own underwear—bearded and hungover and a hard-on and no lawy…
the illusion is that you are simpl… reading this poem. the reality is that this is more than a poem.
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…
Abe Mortenson was had enough to be around but he was just a fool. You can forgive a fool because he only runs in one direction and doesn’t deceive anybody. It’s the deceivers who make y...