#Americans #XXCentury #1973 #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias
half drunk I left her place her warm blankets and I was hungover didn’t even know what town
the night I was going to die I was sweating on the bed and I could hear the crickets and there was a cat fight outside and I could feel my soul dropping…
you came out, she said, and then you kicked this guy’s car and then you threw yourself into a… you crushed the whole bush,
“I’ve made it,” she said, “I’ve c… through.” she had on new boots, pa… and a white sweater. “I know what… want now.” she was from Chicago an… had settled in L.A.’s Fairfax dis…
Information has been received in this office indicating that you were arrested by the Los Angeles Police Department on March 12, 1969, on a drunk charge. In this connection, your atten...
there are many single women in the… with one or two or three children and one wonders where the husbands have gone or where the lovers have gone
the vultures at the zoo (all three of them) sit very quietly in their caged tree and below
she was hot, she was so hot I didn’t want anybody else to have… and if I didn’t get home on time she’d be gone, and I couldn’t bear… I’d go mad. . .
the dead dogs of nowhere bark as you approach another traffic accident. cars one standing on its
In the morning Dee Dee drove me to the Sunset Strip for breakfast. The Mercedes was black and shone in the sun. We drove past the billboards and the nightclubs and the fancy restaurants...
Meanwhile, there was still Joyce, and her geraniums, and a couple of million if I could hang on. Joyce and the flies and the geraniums. I worked the night shift, 12 hours, and she pawed...
I used to hold my social security… up in the air, he told me, but I was so small they couldn’t see it,
64 days and nights in that place, chemotherapy, antibiotics, blood running into the catheter. leukemia.
I’ve come by, she says, to tell yo… that this is it. I’m not kidding,… over. this is it. I sit on the couch watching her ar… her long red hair before my bedroo…