#AmericanWriters #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
starving there, sitting around the… and at night walking the streets f… hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to me, maybe it was,
30 dogs, 20 men on 20 horses and o… and look here, they write, you are a dupe for the state, the… you are in the ego-dream, read your history, study the monet…
we were in bed and she started to fight: “you son of a bitch! you just wait… I’ll get you!” I began laughing:
I forget the beginning time. 6 or 7 p.m. Something like that. All you did was sit with a handful of letters, take a streetmap and figure your run. It was easy. All the drivers took much...
I had been sleeping on a terrible mattress with the springs sticking into me for several years. That afternoon when I awakened I pulled the mattress off the bed, dragged it outside, and...
Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.
kool enough to die but not kill I take my doctor’s green pill drink tea as the sharks swim through vases o…
it was up in San Francisco after my poetry reading. it had been a nice crowd I had gotten my money I had this place upstairs
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer.
I watched the board and the 6 drop… after a first flash of 18 from a m… of 12...two minutes to post and a… kept jamming against my back, but… I bet 20 to win and walked out to…
ask the sidewalk painters of Paris ask the sunlight on a sleeping dog ask the 3 pigs ask the paperboy ask the music of Donizetti
in grievous deity my cat walks around he walks around and around with electric tail and
during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores
we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…
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