#AmericanWriters #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
re-reading some of Fante’s The Wine of Youth in bed this mid-afternoon my big cat
people went into vacant lots and pulled up greens to cook and the men rolled Bull Durham or smoked Wings (10 a pack) and the dogs were thin and the cats were thin and the cats learned h...
vain vanilla ladies strutting while van Gogh did it to himself. girls pulling on silk hose
this Friday night the Mexican girls at the Catholic… look especially good their husbands are in the bars and the Mexican girls look young
she was hot, she was so hot I didn’t want anybody else to have… and if I didn’t get home on time she’d be gone, and I couldn’t bear… I’d go mad. . .
a symphony orchestra. there is a thunderstorm, they are playing a Wagner overture and the people leave their seats u… and run inside to the pavilion
waiting for death like a cat that will jump on the bed I am so very sorry for
That evening the phone rang. It was Mercedes. I had met her after giving a poetry reading at Venice Beach. She was about 28, fair body, pretty good legs, a blonde about 5~feet-5, a blue...
around 2 a.m. in my small room after turning off the poem machine for now
is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown
the soldiers march without guns the graves are empty peacocks glide in the rain down stairways march great men smi… there is food enough and rent enou…
sitting in a dark bedroom with 3 j… female. brown paper bags filled with trash… everywhere. is one-thirty in the afternoon.
I got up for a glass of water and as I walked into the kitchen I saw Picasso walk up to Joyce and lick her ankle. I was barefooted and she didn’t hear me. She had on high heels. She loo...
he’s a runt he snarls and scratches chases cars groans in his sleep and has a perfect star above each…
The next night Bobby and Valerie came over. They had recently moved into my apartment building and now lived across the court. Bobby had on his tight knit shirt. Everything always fitte...