#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
invent yourself and then reinvent… don’t swim in the same slough. invent yourself and then reinvent… and stay out of the clutches of medioc…
you came out, she said, and then you kicked this guy’s car and then you threw yourself into a… you crushed the whole bush,
the droll noon where squadrons of worms creep up like stripteasers to be raped by blackbirds. I go outside
the men phone and ask me that. are you really Charles Bukowski the writer? they ask. I’m a sometimes writer, I say, most often I don’t do anything.
I met her somehow through correspo… and she began sending me very sexy… and this being mixed in with a min… confused me somewhat and I got in… through the mountains and valleys…
Fay was all right with the pregnancy. For an old gal, she was all right. We waited around at our place. Finally the time came. “It won’t be long,” she said. “I don’t want to get there t...
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
kool enough to die but not kill I take my doctor’s green pill drink tea as the sharks swim through vases o…
I get too many phone calls. they seek the creature out. they shouldn’t.
the final curtain on one of the lo… musicals ever, some people claim t… seen it over one hundred times. I saw it on the tv news, that fina… flowers, cheers, tears, a thundero…
Mindy stayed about a week. I introduced her to my friends. We went places. But nothing was resolved. I couldn’t climax. She didn’t seem to mind. It was strange. Around 10:45 PM one even...
here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in dra… here comes nothing to do all day l… here comes another night of no sle… here comes the phone wringing the…
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…
“You ought to try to be like Abe Mortenson,” said my mother, “he gets straight A’s. Why can’t you ever get any A’s?” “Henry is dead on his ass,” said my father. “Sometimes I can’t belie...
I’m out of matches. the springs in my couch are broken. they stole my footlocker. they stole my oil painting of