#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
I always wanted to ball Henry Miller, she said, but by the time I got there it was too late. damn it, I said, you girls
#1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
At 3:30 a.m. my twelve hours were up. A… I set the alarm so that I would be at t… “What happened, Hank? We thought maybe… “I’m quitting.” “Quitting?” “Yes, you can’t blame a man for wanting…
#1971 #PostOffice
she was a short one getting fat and she had once been beautiful and she drank the wine she drank the wine in bed and
Bach, I said, he had 20 children. he played the horses during the day. he f—ed at night and drank in the mornings. he wrote music in between.
I don’t know how it happens to people. I had child support, need for something to drink, rent, shoes, shirts, socks, all that stuff. Like everyone else I needed an old car, something to...
around 2 a.m. in my small room after turning off the poem machine for now
#1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
as I go to the escalator young fellow and a lovely young girl are ahead of me. her pants, her blouse are skintight. as we ascend
Two mornings later, at 4 am, somebody be… “Who is it?” “It’s a redheaded floozie.” I let Tammie in. She sat down and I op… “I’ve got bad breath, I have these two…
#1978 #Women
in the men’s room at the track this boy of about 7 or 8 years old came out of a stall
my grandfather was a tall German with a strange smell on his breath. he stood very straight in front of his small house and his wife hated him
#1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
the branches break, the birds fall, the… the whores stand straight, the bombs stack, evening, morning, night, peanutbutter,
#1973 #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
Then Joyce wanted to go back to the city. For all the draw– backs, that little town, haircuts or not, beat city life. It was quiet. We had our own house. Joyce fed me well.) Plenty of m...
like in a chair the color of the sun as you listen to lazy piano music and the aircraft overhead are not at war. where the last drink is as good as
she had huge thighs and a very good laugh she laughed at everything and the curtains were yellow and I finished
very tall girl lifts her nose at me outside a supermarket as if I were a walking garbage can; and I had no desire for her, no more desire