#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
The next time you listen to Borod… remember he was just a chemist who wrote music to relax; his house was jammed with peor e: students, artists, drunkards, bur…
big sloppy wounded dog hit by a car and walking toward the curbing making enormous sounds
stuck in the rain on the freeway,… these are the lucky ones, these ar… dutifully employed, most with thei… as possible as they try not to thi… this is our new civilization: as m…
I cross the room to the last wall the last window the last pink sun with its arms around the world
That Tuesday night we were sitting at my place drinking; Tammie, me and her brother, Jay. The phone rang. It was Bobby. “Louie and his wife are down here and she’d like to meet you.” Lo...
I got up for a glass of water and as I walked into the kitchen I saw Picasso walk up to Joyce and lick her ankle. I was barefooted and she didn’t hear me. She had on high heels. She loo...
Sam the whorehouse man has squeaky shoes and he walks up and down the court squeaking and talking to
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
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end o… of wine, I have typed from a dozen… poesy an old man maddened for the flesh of young gi…
your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank… be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere.
After 3 years I made “regular.” That meant holiday pay (subs didn’t get paid for holidays) and a 40 hour week with 2 days off. The Stone was also forced to assign me as relief man to 5 ...
My father had two brothers. The younger was named Ben and the older was named John. Both were alcoholics and ne’er-do-wells. My parents often spoke of them. “Neither of them amount to a...
the words have come and gone, I sit ill. the phone rings, the cats sleep. Linda vacuums. I am waiting to live,
I was editing a little magazine at the time, The Laxative Approach. I had two co-editors and we felt that we were printing the best poets of our time. Also some of the other kind. One o...
at exactly 12:00 midnight 1973-74 Los Angeles it began to rain on the palm leaves outside my window