#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
At 3:30 a.m. my twelve hours were… I set the alarm so that I would b… “What happened, Hank? We thought… “I’m quitting.” “Quitting?” “Yes, you can’t blame a man for wa…
terrible arguments. and, at last, lying peacefully on her large bed which is spread in red with cool patterns o…
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…
no we can’t we can’t win it I’ve decided we can’t win it just for a while we thought we cou… but that was just for a while
One morning a few days later I entered Lydia’s courtyard as she was walking in from the alley. She had been over to see her friend Tina who lived in an apartment house on the corner. Sh...
sometimes I forget about him and h… innocence, almost idiotic, awkward… he liked walking over bridges and… to night I think about him, the wa… one felt space between his lines,…
the old folks play a game in the park overlooking the sea shoving markers across cement with wooden sticks. four play, two on each side
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 ...
shot in the eye shot in the brain shot in the ass shot like a flower in the dance amazing how death wins hands down
Bruckner wasn’t bad even though he got down on his knees and proclaimed Wagner the master.
she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite
drunk and writing poems at 3 a.m. what counts now is one more tight
takes lot of desperation dissatisfaction and
used to drive those trucks so hard and for so long that my right foot would go dead from pushing down on the accelerator.
lonely as a dry and used orchard spread over the earth for use and surrender. shot down like an ex—pug selling dailies on the corner.