#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
she died of alcoholism wrapped in a blanket on a deck chair on an ocean steamer.
washed—up, on shore, the old yello… out again I write from the bed as I did last year.
I tried it standing up this time. it doesn’t usually work. this time it seemed
stuck in the rain on the freeway,… these are the lucky ones, these ar… dutifully employed, most with thei… as possible as they try not to thi… this is our new civilization: as m…
he met her at the racetrack, a str… blonde with round hips, well-bosom… turned-up nose, flower mouth, in a… wearing white high-heeled shoes. she began asking him questions abo…
There was death in that place on the hill. I knew it the first day I walked out the screen door and into the backyard. A zing– ing binging buzzing whining sound came right at me: 10,000...
the sun slides down through the sh… have a pair of black shoes and a p… brown shoes. can hardly remember the girls of m… there is numb blood pulsing throug…
my goldfish stares with watery eye… into the hemisphere of my sorrow; upon the thinnest of threads we hang together, hang hang hang
all the way from Mexico straight from the fields to 14 wins 13 by k.o. he was ranked #3
I didn’t have any friends at school, didn’t want any. I felt better being alone. I sat on a bench and watched the others play and they looked foolish to me. During lunch one day I was a...
I had this room in front on DeLon… and I used to sit for hours in the daytime looking out the front window.
“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.
I heard it first while screwing a… who had the biggest box in Scranton. I listened to it again as I wrote… to my mother
starving there, sitting around the… and at night walking the streets f… hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to me, maybe it was,
my grandmother had a serious gas problem. we only saw her on Sunday. she’d sit down to dinner and she’d have gas.