#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
neither does this mean the dead are at the door begging bread before
let me speak as a friend although the centuries hang between us and neither you nor I can see the moon. be careful less the onion blind th…
the mockingbird had been following… all summer mocking mocking mocking teasing and cocksure; the cat crawled under rockers on p…
he’s 17 . mother, he said, how do I crack an egg? all right, she said to me, you don… sit there looking like that.
sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;
one of Lorca’s best lines is, “agony, always agony ...” think of this when you
Cecelia sat and watched us drink. I could see that I repulsed her. I ate meat. I had no god. I liked to fuck. Nature didn’t interest me. I never voted. I liked wars. Outer space bored m...
I was always a natural slob I liked to lay upon the bed in undershirt (stained, of course) (and with cigarette holes)
The next time you listen to Borod… remember he was just a chemist who wrote music to relax; his house was jammed with peor e: students, artists, drunkards, bur…
another bed another woman more curtains another bathroom another kitchen
twitching in the sheets— to face the sunlight again, that’s clearly trouble. I like the city better when the
you no faces no faces at all laughing at nothing—
the schoolyard was a horror show:… freaks the beatings up against the wire f… our schoolmates watching glad that they were not the victim…
luxury ocean liners crossing the water full of the indolent and rich passing from this place to that
I read that he lost a suitcase ful… train and that they never were rec… I can’t match the agony of this but the other night I wrote a 3—pa… upon this computer
