#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
let me speak as a friend although the centuries hang between us and neither you nor I can see the moon. be careful less the onion blind th…
I met an old drunk on the street one afternoon. I used to know him from the days with Betty when we made the rounds of the bars. He told me that he was now a postal clerk and that there...
One Sunday Jimmy talked me into going to the beach with him. He wanted to go swimming. I didn’t want to he seen wearing swimming trunks because my hack was covered with boils and scars....
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
he packaged it up neatly in differ… sending the legs to an aunt in St.… the head to a scoutmaster in Brook… the belly to a cross-eyed butcher… the female organs were sent to a y…
this man used to be an interesting writer, he was able to say brisk and refreshing things. at the time
being the German kid in the 20’s i… was difficult. there was much anti-German feeling… a carry-over from World War 1. gangs of kids chased me through th…
Slipping keenly into bright ashes, target of vanilla tears your sure body lit candles for men on dark nights, and now your night is darker
you have to have it or the walls w… in. you have to give everything up, th… away, everything away. you have to look at what you look…
I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot
Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.
I heard it first while screwing a… who had the biggest box in Scranton. I listened to it again as I wrote… to my mother
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…
the best often die by their own ha… just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody
Then Joyce wanted to go back to the city. For all the draw– backs, that little town, haircuts or not, beat city life. It was quiet. We had our own house. Joyce fed me well.) Plenty of m...