#Americans #XXCentury #1973 #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
I got his ashes, she said, and I… out to sea and I scattered his ash… they didn’t even look like ashes and the urn was weighted with
the girls were young and worked the streets but often couldn’t score, they
Meanwhile, there was still Joyce, and her geraniums, and a couple of million if I could hang on. Joyce and the flies and the geraniums. I worked the night shift, 12 hours, and she pawed...
hey, said my friend, I want you to… Hangdog Harry, he reminds me of y… and I said, all right, and we went… this cheap hotel. old men sitting around watching
strange warmth, hot and cold femal… I make good love, but love isn’t j… sex. most females I’ve known are ambitious, and I like to lie aroun… on large comfortable pillows at 3…
they don’t make it the beautiful die in flame— suicide pills, rat poison, rope, w… ever... they rip their arms off,
they took my man off the street the other day he wore an L.A. Rams sweatshirt w… the sleeves cut off
she wrote me a letter from a small room near the Seine. she said she was going to dancing class, she got up, she said at 5 o’clock in the morning
here things are tough but they’re mostly always tough. basically I’m just trying to get a… with the female. when you first meet them their eyes
monkey feet small and blue walking toward you as the back of a building falls of… and an airplane chews the white sk…
A day or so later I got a poem in the mail from Lydia. It was a long poem and it began: Come out, old troll, Come out of your dark hole, old troll, Come out into the sunlight with us an...
I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train
drive to the beach at night in the winter and sit and look at the burned-dow… wonder why they just let it sit th… in the water.
they stop out front here looks as if the car is on fire the smoke blazes blue from the hoo… the motor sounds like cannon shots the car humps wildly
long ago he edited a little magazi… was up in San Francisco during the beat era during the reading-poetry-with-jaz… and I remember him because he neve…