#AmericanWriters
the lilies storm my brain by god by god like nazi storm troopers! do you think I’m going tizzy?
it was on the 2nd floor on Coronad… I used to get drunk and throw the radio through the wi… while it was playing, and, of cour… it would break the glass in the wi…
you’re a beast, she said your big white belly and those hairy feet. you never cut your nails and you have fat hands
This babe in the grandstand with dyed red hair kept leaning her breasts against me and talking about Gardena poker parlors
We were in the air twenty minutes when she took a mirror out of her purse and began to make up her face, mostly the eyes. She worked at her eyes with a small brush, concentrating on the...
there are these small cliffs above the sea and it is night, late night; I have been unable to sleep, and with my car above me
drunk and writing poems at 3 a.m. what counts now is one more tight
In the betting line the other day man behind me asked, “are you Henry Chinaski?”
this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias
I can remember starving in a small room in a strange city shades pulled down, listening to classical music I was young I was so young it hur…
sitting on a 2nd-floor porch at 1:… while looking out over the city. could be worse. we needn’t accomplish great things…
I went to my place, started drinking. I snapped on the radio and found some classical music. I got my Coleman lantern out of the closet. I turned out the lights and sat playing with the...
what you see is what you see: madhouses are rarely on display. that we still walk about and scratch ourselves and light
beheaded in the middle of the night scratching my sides I am covered with bites kick my white legs out of the shee…
we’d had any number of joints and… beer and I was on the bed stretche… and she said, “look, I’ve had 3 ab… in a row, real fast, and I’m sick… abortions, I don’t want you to sti…