#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
are more beautiful than movie stars and they lounge on the lawn sunbathing
#1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Cleo’s going to make it now she’s got her shit together she split with Barney Barney wasn’t good for her she got a bigger apartment
#1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
we fought for 17 days inside that tent thrusting and counter-thrusting but finally she got away and I walked outside and spit
the bulls are grand as the side of the s… and although they kill them for the stal… it is the bull that burns the fire, and although there are cowardly bulls as there are cowardly matadors and cowardly…
#1973 #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame #ItCatchesMyHeartInItsHands
Joyce found a job with the county, the county Police Department, of all things. I was living with a cop! But at least it was during the day, which gave me a little rest from those fondl...
#1971 #PostOffice
I’ve come by, she says, to tell you that this is it. I’m not kidding, it’s over. this is it. I sit on the couch watching her arrange her long red hair before my bedroom
I see you drinking at a fountain with ti… blue hands, no, your hands are not tiny they are small, and the fountain is in F… where you wrote me that last letter and I answered and never heard from you agai…
#1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of sweat on the table
there are many single women in the world with one or two or three children and one wonders where the husbands have gone or where the lovers have gone
your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank submis… be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere.
in grievous deity my cat walks around he walks around and around with electric tail and
#1973 #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame #CrucifixInADeathhand
the lady has me temporarily off the bott… and now the pecker stands up better. however, things change overnight— instead of listening to Shostakovich and
you just don’t know how to do it, you know that, and you can’t do a lot of other useful things either. it’s the fault of the
cleaned my place the other day first time in ten years and found 100 rejected poems: fastened them all to a clipboard much bad reading.
my first and only wife painted and she talked to me about it: it’s all so painful