#Americans #XXCentury
I don’t beat the walls with my fis… I just sit but it rushes in a tide of it. the woman in the court behind me h…
in junior high school Big Max was a problem. we’d be sitting during lunch hour eating our peanut butter sandwiche… and potato chips.
during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores
I heard it first while screwing a… who had the biggest box in Scranton. I listened to it again as I wrote… to my mother
this guy he’s got a crazy eye and he’s brown a dark brown from the sun the Hollywood and Western sun
Then some men came around and ripped out every other water– fountain. “Hey, look, what the hell are they doing?” I asked. I was in the 3rd class flat section. I walked over to another c...
suppose like others have come through fire and sword, love gone wrong, head-on crashes, drunk at sea, and I have listened to the simple…
I wait on life like a pregnancy, p… the gut but all I hear now is the piano slamming its teeth throu… brain
I laugh sometimes when I think ab… say Céline at a typewriter or Dostoevsky... or Hamsun...
do not b other the beagle lying th… away from grass and flowers and pa… dreaming dogdreams, or perhaps dre… nothing, as men do awake; yes, leave him be, in that simple…
I had agreed to give a reading up north. It was the afternoon before the reading and I was sitting in an apartment at the Holiday Inn drinking beer with Joe Washington, the promoter, an...
We were in the air twenty minutes when she took a mirror out of her purse and began to make up her face, mostly the eyes. She worked at her eyes with a small brush, concentrating on the...
I paid this one’s fare all the way… to San Francisco then flew up to meet her at her br… and I got drunk and talked all night about a redhe…
she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists
there he is: not too many hangovers not too many fights with women not too many flat tires never a thought of suicide