#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
was on the train to Del Mar and I… to go to the bar car. I had a beer… back and sat down. pardon me,” said the lady next to… sitting in my husband’s seat.”
The bandages were helpful. L.A. County Hospital had finally come up with something. The boils drained. They didn’t vanish but they flattened a bit. Yet some new ones would appear and ri...
she lived in Galveston and was int… T.M. and I went down to visit her and w… continually even though it was ver… weather
I saw Sara every three or four days, at her place or at mine. We slept together but there was no sex. We came close but we never quite got to it. Drayer Baba’s precepts held strong. We ...
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of sweat on the table
The rainy season began. Most of the money went for drink so my shoes had holes in the soles and my raincoat was torn and old. In any steady downpour I got quite wet, and I mean wet-down...
a house with 7 or 8 people living in it getting up the rent. there’s a stereo never used and a set of bongos
I have lain in bed all day but I have written one poem and I am up now looking out the window and like a novelist might say
we are always asked to understand the other person’s viewpoint no matter how out—dated
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.
self-congratulatory nonsense as th… famous gather to applaud their see… greatness you wonder where
But then it began raining again. The Stone had me out on a thing called Sunday Collection, and if you’re thinking of church, forget it. You picked up a truck at West Garage and a clipbo...
my mother, father and I walked to the market once a week for our government relief food: cans of beans, cans of
In the morning I heard her walkin… It was about 10:30 a.m. I was sic… She shook me. “Listen, I want you… “So what? I’ll screw her too.” “Yeah,” she laughed, “yeah.”
they go on writing pumping out poems— young boys and college professors wives who drink wine all afternoon while their husbands work,