#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
he buys 5 cars a month, details them, wa… them out, then resells them at a profit of one or two g… he has a nice Jewish wife and he tells m… bangs her until the walls shake.
#1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I didn’t see Lydia for a couple of days, although I did manage to phone her 6 or 7 times during that period. Then the weekend arrived. Her ex-husband, Gerald, always took the children o...
#1978 #Women
he comes out at 7:30 a.m. every day with 3 peanut butter sandwiches, and there’s one can of beer which he floats in the baitbucket. he fishes for hours with a small trout p…
#1973 #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I was sitting in my shorts one afternoon a week later. There was a tender little knock on the door. “Just a moment,” I said. I put on a robe and opened the door. “We’re two girls from G...
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer.
I went up to Tammie’s place with my cardboard cartons. First I got the items she mentioned. Then I found other things—other dresses and blouses, shoes, an iron, a hair dryer, Dancy’s cl...
take a writer away from his typewriter and all you have left is the sickness which started him
a poem is a city filled with streets and… filled with saints, heroes, beggars, mad… filled with banality and booze, filled with rain and thunder and periods… drought, a poem is a city at war,
looking out the window smoking rolled cigarettes drinking Sanka and watching the workers come on in
starving there, sitting around the bars, and at night walking the streets for hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to me, maybe it was,
Then Joyce wanted to go back to the city. For all the draw– backs, that little town, haircuts or not, beat city life. It was quiet. We had our own house. Joyce fed me well.) Plenty of m...
#1971 #PostOffice
is an orange animal with hand grenades fire power
sometimes after you get your ass kicked real good by the forces you often wish you were a crane standing on one leg in blue water
#1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
On the elevator up, I was the only white man there. It seemed strange. They talked about the riots, not looking at me. “Jesus,” said a coal black guy, "it’s really something. These guys...
good weather is like good women— it doesn’t always happen and when it does