#AmericanWriters #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
and so we suck on a cigar and a beer attempting to mend the love
these women are supposed to come and see me but they never do. there’s the one with the long scar…
this man used to be an interesting writer, he was able to say brisk and refreshing things. at the time
Go to Tibet. Ride a camel. Read the Bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a Beard.
they photograph you on your porch and on your couch and standing in the courtyard or leaning against your car these photographers
one of the terrible things is really being in bed night after night with a woman you no longer
After Debra left for work the next morning I bathed, then tried to watch t.v. I walked around naked and noticed that I could be seen from the street through the front window. So I had a...
To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine— just a lightbulb
since my last name was Fuch, he sa… believe the school yard was tough:… powder down my neck, threw gravel… with rubber bands in class, and ou… me names, well, one name mainly, o…
half drunk I left her place her warm blankets and I was hungover didn’t even know what town
the old fart, he used his literary… to reel them in one at a time, each younger than the last. he liked to meet them for luncheon… wine
I took the envelope home to my mother and handed it to her and walked into the bedroom. My bedroom. The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even ...
the illusion is that you are simpl… reading this poem. the reality is that this is more than a poem.
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
after the slaughter house there was a bar around the corner and I sat in there and watched the sun go down through the window,