#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
absolutely sesamoid said the skeleton shoving his chalky foot upon my desk, and that was it,
It was 12 hours a night, plus supervisors, plus clerks, plus the fact that you could hardly breathe in that pack of flesh, plus stale baked food in the “non-profit” cafeteria. Plus the ...
there are many single women in the… with one or two or three children and one wonders where the husbands have gone or where the lovers have gone
Frank liked airplanes. He lent me all his pulp magazines about World War 1. The best was Flying Aces. The dog-fights were great, the Spads and the Fokkers mixing it. I read all the stor...
ah, Merryman, fighter on the docks, killed a man while they were unloa… bananas. mean the man he killed
The reading in Vancouver went through, $500 plus air fare and lodging. The sponsor, Bart Mcintosh, was nervous about crossing the border. I was to fly to Seattle, he’d meet me there and...
I can remember starving in a small room in a strange city shades pulled down, listening to classical music I was young I was so young it hur…
another bed another woman more curtains another bathroom another kitchen
the best often die by their own ha… just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody
he has on blue jeans and tennis sh… and walks with two young girls about his age. every now and then he leaps into the air and
I had Fridays and Saturdays off, which made Sunday the roughest day. Plus the fact that on Sunday they made me report at 3:30 p.m. instead of my usual 6:18 p.m. This Sunday I went in an...
On Thanksgiving Iris prepared the turkey and put it in the oven. Bobby and Valerie came over for a few drinks but they didn’t stay. It was refreshing. Iris had on another dress, just as...
I read a book about John Dos Pas… the book once radical—communist John ended up in the Hollywood Hi… and reading the Wall Street Journal
good weather is like good women— it doesn’t always happen and when it does
it sits outside my window now like and old woman going to market… it sits and watches me, it sweats nevously through wire and fog and dog—bark