#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
I have been hanging here headless for so long that the body has forgotten
#1973 #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
to be writing poetry at the age of 50 like a schoolboy, surely, I must be crazy; racetracks and booze and arguments with the landlord;
#1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
boy, don’t come around here telling me y… can’t cut it, that they’re pitching you low and inside, tha… they are conspiring against you, that all you want is a chance but they w…
got into my BMW and drove down to my ba… pick up my American Express Gold Card. told the girl at the desk what I wanted. you’re Mr. Chinaski,” she
yes, they begin out in a willow, I think the starch mountains begin out in the wi… and keep right on going without regard f… pumas and nectarines somehow these mountains are like
#1973 #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame #CrucifixInADeathhand #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I got his ashes, she said, and I took t… out to sea and I scattered his ashes and they didn’t even look like ashes and the urn was weighted with
#1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in midnight age
cleaned my place the other day first time in ten years and found 100 rejected poems: fastened them all to a clipboard much bad reading.
So gramps wrote Joyce a big check and t… “We both ought to get jobs,” Joyce said… “Baby, that’s grammar school. Any damn… She didn’t want it. Then I explained that a man couldn’t fi…
#1971 #PostOffice
the words have come and gone, I sit ill. the phone rings, the cats sleep. Linda vacuums. I am waiting to live,
The next night Bobby and Valerie came over. They had recently moved into my apartment building and now lived across the court. Bobby had on his tight knit shirt. Everything always fitte...
#1978 #Women
I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this
they stop out front here looks as if the car is on fire the smoke blazes blue from the hood and… the motor sounds like cannon shots the car humps wildly
the higher you climb the greater the pressure. those who manage to endure learn