#AmericanWriters #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
it’s strange when famous people di… whether they have fought the good… the bad one. it’s strange when famous people di… whether we like them or not
they found him walking along the f… all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut off his sexual
was a truly amazing man he pretended to be rich even though we lived on beans and… when we sat down to eat, he said,
our marriage book, it says. I look through it. they lasted ten years. they were young once.
all I’ve ever known are whores, ex… madwomen. I see men with quiet, gentle women—I see them in the sup… I see them walking down the street… I see them in their apartments: pe…
as the poems go into the thousands… realize that you’ve created very little. it comes down to the rain, the sun… the traffic, the nights and the da…
the old L.A. Public Library burn… down that library downtown and with it went large part of my
Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the… Orthadox to the west. she is dark
The next day I sat in the hall in my green tin chair, waiting to be called. Across from me sat a man who had something wrong with his nose. It was very red and very raw and very fat and...
he walks up to my Volks after I have parked and rocks it back and forth grinning around his
rose red sunlight; take it apart in the garage like a puzzle:
I took my girlfriend to your last poetry reading, she said “yes”, “yes?” I asked. "she`s young and pretty",
Again I was on a new route. The Stone always put me on hard routes, but now and then, due to the circumstances of things, he was forced to place me on one less murderous. Route 511 was ...
it was Philly and the bartender sa… what and I said, gimme a draft, J… got to get the nerves straight, I’… going to look for a job. you, he s… a job?
a symphony orchestra. there is a thunderstorm, they are playing a Wagner overture and the people leave their seats u… and run inside to the pavilion