#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
another bed another woman more curtains another bathroom another kitchen
half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the
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…
had lost the last race big somebody had stolen my coat could feel the flu coming on and my tires were low. I went in to get a
he sits all day at the bus stop at Sunset and Western his sleeping bag beside him. he’s dirty. nobody bothers him.
you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not
the virus holds the concepts give way like rotten shoelaces toothache and bacon dance on the lawn
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,
drunk and writing poems at 3 a.m. what counts now is one more tight
boy, don’t come around here tellin… can’t cut it, that they’re pitching you low and insid… they are conspiring against you, that all you want is a chance but…
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.
I took women either to the boxing matches or to the racetrack. That Thursday night I took Katherine to the boxing matches at the Olympic auditorium. She had never been to a live fight. ...
she writes: you’ll be moaning and groaning in your poems about how I fucked those 2 guys last week.
One morning a few days later I entered Lydia’s courtyard as she was walking in from the alley. She had been over to see her friend Tina who lived in an apartment house on the corner. Sh...
But then it began raining again. The Stone had me out on a thing called Sunday Collection, and if you’re thinking of church, forget it. You picked up a truck at West Garage and a clipbo...