#AmericanWriters #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
Every night was about the same. I’d drive along the coast looking for a place to have dinner. I wanted an expensive place that wasn’t too crowded. I developed a nose for those places. I...
awaken at 11:30 a.m. get into my chinos and a clean gre… open a Miller’s, and nothing in the mailbox but the Berkeley Tribe
your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank… be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere.
death wants more death, and its we… I remember my father’s garage, how… I would brush the corpses of flies from the windows they thought were… their sticky, ugly, vibrant bodies
out of the arms of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on th… by a lady who smokes pot writes songs and stories,
here they come these guys grey truck radio playing they are in a hurry
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
and the sun wields mercy but like a jet torch carried to hi… and the jets whip across its sight and rockets leap like toads, and the boys get out the maps
But, there were still bits of action. One guy was caught on the same stairway that I had been trapped on. He was caught there with his head under some girl’s skirt. Then one of the girl...
the drifting of the mind. the slow loss, the leaking away. one’s demise is not very interesti… from my bed I watch 3 birds throug… one coal black, one dark brown, th…
I went to this place to see a movi… on tv Alexander the Great, and here come the armies ta ta ta
The next day was Saturday and Debra cooked us breakfast. “Are you coming antique hunting with us today?” We ate in silence for a while, then she said, “I liked your reading at The Lance...
it is the man you’ve never seen wh… keeps you going, the one who might arrive someday. he isn’t out on the streets or
swans die in the Spring too and there it floated dead on a Sunday sideways circling in the current
I didn’t see Lydia for a couple of days, although I did manage to phone her 6 or 7 times during that period. Then the weekend arrived. Her ex-husband, Gerald, always took the children o...