#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
these women are supposed to come and see me but they never do. there’s the one with the long scar…
The next day in bed I got tired of waiting for the airplanes and I found a large yellow notebook that had been meant for high school work. It was empty. I found a pen. I went to bed wit...
call it love stand it up in the failing light put it in a dress pray sing beg cry laugh
The first thing I remember is being under something. It was a table, I saw a table leg, I saw the legs of the people, and a portion of the tablecloth hanging down. It was dark under the...
he was easy, fat as a hummingbird and I had him blowing, I jabbed and crossed and took my t… everybody was waiting for the main… drinking beer, and I was thinking
terrible arguments. and, at last, lying peacefully on her large bed which is spread in red with cool patterns o…
It’s never quite right, he said, t… the way the music sounds, the way… written. It’s never quite right, he said, a… taught, all the loves we chase, al…
That night I gave another bad reading. I didn’t care. They didn’t care. If John Cage could get one thousand dollars for eating an apple, I’d accept $500 plus air fare for being a lemon....
Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?
she was in her orange Volks waitin… as I walked up the street with 2 six packs and a pint of sco… and she jumped out and began grabbing the beerbottles…
unaccountably we are alone forever alone and it was meant to be that way, was never meant
the swans drown in bilge water, take down the signs, test the poisons, barricade the cow from the bull,
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus
a woman, a tire that’s flat, a disease, a desire: fears in front of you, fears that hold so still
I found a room on Temple Street in the Filipino district. It was $3.50 a week, upstairs on the second floor. I paid the landlady—a middle-aged blond—a week’s rent. The toilet and tub we...