#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
the guy in the front court can’t speak English, he’s Greek, a rather stupid-looking and fairly ugly man. now my landlord does some painting…
Every route had its traps and only the regular carriers knew of them. Each day it was another god damned thing, and you were always ready for a rape, murder, dogs, or insanity of some s...
“your poems about the girls will s… 50 years from now when the girls a… my editor phones me. dear editor: the girls appear to be gone
he sits all day at the bus stop at Sunset and Western his sleeping bag beside him. he’s dirty. nobody bothers him.
as the poems go into the thousands… realize that you’ve created very little. it comes down to the rain, the sun… the traffic, the nights and the da…
They don’t make it the beautiful die in flame— suicide pills, rat poison, rope wh… ever... they rip their arms off,
I took my girlfriend to your last poetry reading, she said “yes”, “yes?” I asked. "she`s young and pretty",
shot in the eye shot in the brain shot in the ass shot like a flower in the dance amazing how death wins hands down
this is my piano. the phone rings and people ask, what are you doing? how about getting drunk with us? and I say,
The drilling and squeezing continued for weeks but there was little result. When one boil vanished another would appear. I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a...
what is it about lobsters and crab… those white-pink shells that always make me hungry just looking at them there in the butcher’s display case
I mean, I just slept I awoke with a fly on my elbow and I named the fly Benny then I killed him and then I got up and looked in th…
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
near the corner table in the cafe middle-aged couple sit. they have finished their
red summers and black satin charcoal and blood ringing the sheets while snails are stepped on and moths go batty