#AmericanWriters
I stayed five days and nights. Then I couldn’t get it up any more. Joanna drove me to the airport. She had bought me a new piece of luggage and some new clothing. I hated that Dallas-Fo...
the lair of the hunted is hidden in the last place you’d ever look and even if you find it you won’t believe
I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot
almost dawn blackbirds on the telephone wire waiting as I eat yesterday’s forgotten sandwich
I can’t have it and you can’t have it and we won’t get it so don’t bet on it
I saw Sara every three or four days, at her place or at mine. We slept together but there was no sex. We came close but we never quite got to it. Drayer Baba’s precepts held strong. We ...
this man sometimes forgets who he is. sometimes he thinks he’s the Pope. other times he thinks he’s a
love, he said, gas kiss me off kiss my lips kiss my hair my fingers
these things that we support most… have nothing to do with up, and we do with them out of boredom or fear or money or cracked intelligence;
The track had moved down the coast a hundred miles or so. I kept paying the rent on my apartment in town, got in my car and drove down. Once or twice a week I would drive back to the ap...
After nine or ten hours people began getting sleepy and falling into their cases, catching themselves just in time. We were working the zoned mail. If a letter read zone 28 you stuck it...
think of the beds used again and again to fuck in to die in. in this land
To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine— just a lightbulb
the girls are coming home in their… and I sit by the window and watch. there’s a girl in a red dress driving a white car
I had this room in front on DeLon… and I used to sit for hours in the daytime looking out the front window.