#AmericanWriters
the wind blows hard to night and it’s a cold wind and I think about the boys on the row. hope some of them have a bottle
he packaged it up neatly in differ… sending the legs to an aunt in St.… the head to a scoutmaster in Brook… the belly to a cross-eyed butcher… the female organs were sent to a y…
I mean, I just slept I awoke with a fly on my elbow and I named the fly Benny then I killed him and then I got up and looked in th…
this is my piano. the phone rings and people ask, what are you doing? how about getting drunk with us? and I say,
love, he said, gas kiss me off kiss my lips kiss my hair my fingers
often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink,
In the morning Dee Dee drove me to the Sunset Strip for breakfast. The Mercedes was black and shone in the sun. We drove past the billboards and the nightclubs and the fancy restaurants...
remember, he told me, that when I… years old my mother was always tak… to the doctor and saying, “he hasn… she was always asking me, “have yo… pooped?”
Bach, I said, he had 20 children. he played the horses during the da… he f—ed at night and drank in the mornings. he wrote music in between.
it is justified all dying is justified all killing all death all passing, nothing is in vain
the dream of a man is a whore with a gold tooth and a garter belt, perfumed with false eyebrows
the Egyptians loved the cat were often entombed with it instead of with the women and never with the dog but now
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,
“What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?” We got into my car and she told me where she lived. We stopped for a couple of big steaks, vegetables, stuff for a salad, potatoes, b...
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski?