#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
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…
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
my father was a practical man. he had an idea. you see, my son, he said, I can pay for this house in my lif… then it’s mine.
My drinking slowed down the next week. I went to the racetrack to get fresh air and sunshine and plenty of walking. At night I drank, wondering why I was still alive, how the scheme wor...
my mother, father and I walked to the market once a week for our government relief food: cans of beans, cans of
of late I’ve had this thought that this country has gone backwards or 5 de cades
this man used to be an interesting writer, he was able to say brisk and refreshing things. at the time
like the fox run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth
my father always said, “early to b… early to rise makes a man healthy,… and wise.” it was lights out at 8 p.m. in our… and we were up at dawn to the smel…
had it for a year, really put in lot of bedroom time, slept upright on two pillows to keep from coughing, all the blood drained from my head
sometimes after you get your ass kicked real good by the forces you often wish you were a crane standing on one leg in blue water
Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?
in the hospitals I’ve been in you see the crosses on the walls with the thin palm leaves behind t… yellowed and browned it is the signal to accept the ine…
this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias
swans die in the Spring too and there it floated dead on a Sunday sideways circling in the current