#AmericanWriters
—he’s a dandy —small moustache —usually sucking on a cigar he tends to lean into cars as he transacts business
all right, while we are gently cel… and while crazy classical music le… my small radio, I light a fresh ci… and realize that I am still very m… the 21st century is almost upon me…
out of the arms of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on th… by a lady who smokes pot writes songs and stories,
After Debra left for work the next morning I bathed, then tried to watch t.v. I walked around naked and noticed that I could be seen from the street through the front window. So I had a...
being the German kid in the 20’s i… was difficult. there was much anti-German feeling… a carry-over from World War 1. gangs of kids chased me through th…
the elephants are caked with mud a… and the rhinos don’t move the zebras are stupid dead stems and the lions don’t roar the lions don’t care
this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias
they took my man off the street the other day he wore an L.A. Rams sweatshirt w… the sleeves cut off
the lair of the hunted is hidden in the last place you’d ever look and even if you find it you won’t believe
to be writing poetry at the age of… like a schoolboy, surely, I must be crazy; racetracks and booze and arguments with the landlord;
in the hospitals I’ve been in you see the crosses on the walls with the thin palm leaves behind t… yellowed and browned it is the signal to accept the ine…
murder the roaches spit out paper clips and the helicopter circles and cir… smelling for blood
I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot
had lost the last race big somebody had stolen my coat could feel the flu coming on and my tires were low. I went in to get a
I used to hold my social security… up in the air, he told me, but I was so small they couldn’t see it,