#AmericanWriters
for five years I have been looking across the way at the side of a red apartment hou… there must be people in there even love in there
the telephone has not been kind of… of late there have been more and m… from people who want to come over… from people who are depressed from people who are lonely
you no faces no faces at all laughing at nothing—
Nothing matters but flopping on a mattress with cheap dreams and a beer as the leaves die and the horses d… and the landladies stare in the ha…
we talk about this film: Cagney fed this broad grapefruit faster than she could eat it and
she undressed in front of me keeping her pussy to the front while I lay in bed with a bottle o… beer. where’d you get that wart on
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…
drunk and writing poems at 3 a.m. what counts now is one more tight
While working Dorsey station I heard some of the old timers needling Big Daddy Greystone about how he’d had to buy a tape recorder in order to learn his schemes. Big Daddy had read the ...
Back in L.A., there was almost a week of peace. Then the phone rang. It was the owner of a Manhattan Beach nightclub, Marty Seavers. I had read there a couple of times before. The club ...
the branches break, the birds fall… the whores stand straight, the bombs stack, evening, morning, night, peanutbutter,
Sara was preparing the turkey dressing and I sat in the kitchen talking to her. We were both sipping white wine. The phone rang. I went and got it. It was Debra. “I just wanted to wish ...
I am watching a girl dressed in a light green sweater, blue shorts,… there is a necklace of some sort but her breasts are small, poor th… and she watches her nails
I read that he lost a suitcase ful… train and that they never were rec… I can’t match the agony of this but the other night I wrote a 3—pa… upon this computer
shot in the eye shot in the brain shot in the ass shot like a flower in the dance amazing how death wins hands down