#1973 #AmericanWriters #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
my mother knocked on my rooming-ho… and came in looked in the dresser drawer: Henry you don’t have any clean stockings?
rose red sunlight; take it apart in the garage like a puzzle:
big black beard tells me that I don’t feel terror I look at him
when God created love he didn’t he… when God created dogs He didn’t h… when God created plants that was a… when God created hate we had a sta… when God created me He created me
Wagner wasn’t done with us. I was standing in the yard during gym class when he walked up to me. “I’m putting you on garbage detail until further notice.” The kids had to work off their...
the wind blows hard to night and it’s a cold wind and I think about the boys on the row. hope some of them have a bottle
I found that the only way I could keep from dizzy-spelling into my case was to get up and take a walk now and then. Fazzio, a supervisor who had the station at the time, saw me walking ...
during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores
“she shoots up in the neck,” she t… me. I told her to stick it into my ass and she tried and said, “oh oh… and I said, “what the hell’s the m… she said, “nothing, this is New Y…
have we gone wrong again? we laugh less and less, become more sadly sane. all we want is the absence of others.
he carried a piece of carbon, a blade and a whip and at night he feared his head and covered it with blankets
The ex-Japanese wrestler who was into real estate sold Lydia’s house. She had to move out. There was Lydia, Tonto, Lisa and the dog, Bugbutt. In Los Angeles most landlords hang out the ...
old Butch, they fixed him the girls don’t look like much anymore. when Big Sam moved out of the back
he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about
they don’t make it the beautiful die in flame— suicide pills, rat poison, rope, w… ever... they rip their arms off,