#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
it’s the same as before or the other time or the time before that. here’s a cock and here’s a cunt
The baby was crawling, discovering the world. Marina slept in bed with us at night. There was Marina, Fay, the cat and myself. The cat slept on the bed too. Look here, I thought, I have...
One day I was at the bar between races and I saw this woman. God or somebody keeps creating women and tossing them out on the streets, and this one’s ass is too big and that one’s tits ...
at the window I watch a man with a power mower the sounds of his doing race like flies and bees
We are like roses that have never… bloom when we should have bloomed… it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting
bet on #6, I try red, I stare at… wonder what Chekhov would do, and… blue plates sit eating the carnage… and look very much like Russians a… my left tit and try to smile like…
92 years old his tooth has been bothering him had to get it filled he lost his left eye 40 years ago
the words have come and gone, I sit ill. the phone rings, the cats sleep. Linda vacuums. I am waiting to live,
Fay was pregnant. But it didn’t change her and it didn’t change the post office either. The same clerks did all the work while the miscellaneous crew stood around and argued about sport...
my friend is worried about dying he lives in Frisco I live in L.A. he goes to the gym and works with the iron and hits
he comes out at 7:30 a.m. every da… with 3 peanut butter sandwiches, a… there’s one can of beer which he floats in the baitbucket. he fishes for hours with a small t…
the critics now have me drinking champagne and driving a BMW and also married to a socialite from
this one always arrives at the wrong time a basically good sort I suppose an honest man
at one stage in my life I met a man who claimed to have visited Pound at St. Elizabeths. then I met a woman who not only claimed to have visited
I didn’t do much the rest of the week. The Oaktree meet was on. I went to the track 2 or 3 times, broke even. I wrote a dirty story for a sex mag, wrote 10 or 12 poems, masturbated, and...