#AmericanWriters #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
all the way from Mexico straight from the fields to 14 wins 13 by k.o. he was ranked #3
I’ve watched this city burn twice in my lifetime and the most notable event was the reaction of the politicians in the
I was always a natural slob I liked to lay upon the bed in undershirt (stained, of course) (and with cigarette holes)
and the subnormal. all through grammar school junior high high school junior college
a very miraculous thing just happe… my beerbottle flipped over backwar… and landed on its bottom on the fl… and I have set it upon the table t… but the photos were not so lucky t…
We drank all day and that night I tried again to make love to Mindy. I was astounded and dismayed to find she had a large pussy. An extra large pussy. I hadn’t noticed it the night befo...
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…
Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.
Markov claims I am trying to stab his soul but I’d prefer his wife. put my feet on the coffee table and he says,
watch them push the crippled and t… in their wheelchairs on to the electric lift which carries them up into the lon… where each chair is locked down
the illusion is that you are simpl… reading this poem. the reality is that this is more than a poem.
The phone rang the next morning. Lydia had gone back to her place. It was Bobby, the kid who lived in the next block and worked in the porno bookstore. “Mindy’s down here. She wants you...
Four or five days passed. The phone rang. It was Tammie. “Listen, Hank. You know that little bridge you cross in your car when you drive to my mother’s place?” “Well, right by there the...
Times were still hard. Nobody was any more surprised than I when Mears– Starbuck phoned and asked me to report to work the next Monday. I had gone all around town putting in dozens of a...
the acute and terrible air hangs w… as summer birds mingle in the bran… and warble and mystify the clamor of the mind… an old parrot