#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
I sat in the airport and waited. You never knew about photos. You could never tell. I was nervous. I felt like vomiting. I lit a cigarette and gagged. Why did I do these things? I didn’...
“you know,” she said, “you were at the bar so you didn’t see but I danced with this guy. we danced and we danced close.
The drilling and squeezing continued for weeks but there was little result. When one boil vanished another would appear. I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a...
the waste of words continues with a stunning persistence as the waiter runs by carrying the… tray
here I’ll be 55 in a week. what will I write about
There are sketches on the walls of… and outside a large green bus swer… insanity sprung from a waving line… says the radio, and Jane Austin,… “I am going to do her portrait on…
the lady has me temporarily off th… and now the pecker stands up better. however, things change overnight— instead of listening to Shostakovi…
big sloppy wounded dog hit by a car and walking toward the curbing making enormous sounds
too much too little too fat too thin or nobody.
the ladies of summer will die like… and the lie the ladies of summer will love so long as the price is not forever
with old cars, especially when you… and drive them for many years a love affair is inevitable: you even learn to accept their little
3 small boys run toward me blowing whistles and they scream you’re under arrest! you’re drunk!
I didn’t contest the divorce, didn’t go to court. Joyce gave me the car. She didn’t drive. All I had lost was 3 or 4 million. But I still had the post office. “I saw you with that bitch...
the illusion is that you are simpl… reading this poem. the reality is that this is more than a poem.
reached up into the top of the clo… and took out a pair of blue pan ti… and showed them to her and asked “are these yours?” and she looked and said,