#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
drive to the beach at night in the winter and sit and look at the burned-dow… wonder why they just let it sit th… in the water.
I have a saying, “the tough ones a… back.” but Vera was kinder than most, and so I was surprised when she arrived that night
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...
live alone in a small room and read the newspapers and sleep alone in the dark dreaming of crowds.
in the winter walking on my ceiling my eyes the size of street… I have 4 feet like a mouse but wash my own underwear—bearded and hungover and a hard-on and no lawy…
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...
yes, they begin out in a willow, I… the starch mountains begin out in… and keep right on going without re… pumas and nectarines somehow these mountains are like
the branches break, the birds fall… the whores stand straight, the bombs stack, evening, morning, night, peanutbutter,
Three or four days later I found her note and phoned Debra. She said, “Come on over.” She gave me the directions to Playa del Rey and I drove over. She had a small rented house with a f...
schoolgirls in pantyhose sitting on bus stop benches looking tired at 13 with their raspberry lipstick. it’s hot in the sun
she cut my toenails the night befo… and in the morning she said, “I th… just lay here all day.” which meant she wasn’t going to wo… she was at my apartment—which mean…
I went up to Tammie’s place with my cardboard cartons. First I got the items she mentioned. Then I found other things—other dresses and blouses, shoes, an iron, a hair dryer, Dancy’s cl...
“It’s the manager, Freddy. He has started whistling this song. He’s whistling it when I come in in the morning and he never stops, and he’s whistling it when I go home at night. It’s be...
the waste of words continues with a stunning persistence as the waiter runs by carrying the… tray
over my radio now comes the sound of a truly mad org… can see some monk drunk in a cellar mind gone or found,