#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus
I am a panther shut up and bellowi… cement walls, and I am angry at bl… evenings without ventilation and I am angry with you, and it wi… like a rose
I didn’t contest the divorce, didn’t go to court. Joyce gave me the car. She didn’t drive. All I had lost was 3 or 4 million. But I still had the post office. “I saw you with that bitch...
I’m in bed. it’s morning and I hear: where are your socks? please get dressed!
I got up for a glass of water and as I walked into the kitchen I saw Picasso walk up to Joyce and lick her ankle. I was barefooted and she didn’t hear me. She had on high heels. She loo...
she left me 5 weeks ago and went t… that is, I think she left. the other day I went out to mail h… and I saw her sitting on the bus s… it was her hair there
monkey feet small and blue walking toward you as the back of a building falls of… and an airplane chews the white sk…
think of the beds used again and again to fuck in to die in. in this land
Lila Jane was a girl my age who lived next door. I still wasn’t allowed to play with the children in the neighborhood, but sitting in the bedroom often got dull. I would go out and walk...
I tried it standing up this time. it doesn’t usually work. this time it seemed
I’m glad when they arrive and I’m glad when they leave I’m glad when I hear their heels approaching my door and I’m glad when those heels
she pulled her dress off over her head and I saw the panties indented somewhat into the crotch.
drinking German beer and trying to come up with the immortal poem at 5 p.m. in the afternoon. but, ah, I’ve told the
murdered in the alleys of the land frost-bitten against flagpoles pawned by females educated in the dark for the dark vomiting into plugged toilets
I have lain in bed all day but I have written one poem and I am up now looking out the window and like a novelist might say