#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
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...
Style is the answer to everything. A fresh way to approach a dull or… To do a dull thing with style is p… To do a dangerous thing with style… Bullfighting can be an art
it is the man you’ve never seen wh… keeps you going, the one who might arrive someday. he isn’t out on the streets or
I’m big I suppose that’s why my women alwa… small but this 6 foot goddess who deals in real estate
he carried a piece of carbon, a blade and a whip and at night he feared his head and covered it with blankets
long ago he edited a little magazi… was up in San Francisco during the beat era during the reading-poetry-with-jaz… and I remember him because he neve…
That night I took Tammie to the harness races. We went upstairs to the second deck and sat down. I brought her a program and she stared at it a while. (At the harness races, past perfor...
Some say we should keep personal r… poem, stay abstract, and there is some r… but jezus; twelve poems gone and I don’t keep…
I saw her when I was in the left… going east on Sunset. she was sitting with her legs crossed reading a paperback.
R.O.T.C. kept me away from sports while the other guys practiced every day. They made the school teams, won their letters and got the girls. My days were spent mostly marching around in...
in the Valkerie Mountains among the strutting peacocks I found a flower as large as my head
cimen altinda gecen 225 gunden son… kanini emip bitireli epey oldu, ar… bu isler boyle mi oluyor? bu odada hala ask saatlerinin golg… birakip gittiginde asagi yukari he…
call it love stand it up in the failing light put it in a dress pray sing beg cry laugh
A week later I was driving down Hollywood Boulevard with Lydia. A weekly entertainment newspaper published in California at that time had asked me to write an article on the life of the...
it’s unfortunate, and simply not the style, but I don’t care: girls remind me of hair in the sink, girls remind me of intestines and bladders and excretory movements; it’s unfortunate a...