#AmericanWriters #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
majestic, majic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—
kool enough to die but not kill I take my doctor’s green pill drink tea as the sharks swim through vases o…
they took my man off the street the other day he wore an L.A. Rams sweatshirt w… the sleeves cut off
what you see is what you see: madhouses are rarely on display. that we still walk about and scratch ourselves and light
at the track today, Father’s Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a
R.O.T.C. kept me away from sports while the other guys practiced every day. They made the school teams, won their letters and got the girls. My days were spent mostly marching around in...
terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat
once bought a toy rabbit at a department store and now he sits and ponders me with pink sheer eyes: He wants golf balls and glass
this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with newspapers stuffed into
what i liked about e.e. cummings was that he cut away from the holiness of the word and with charm
the mockingbird had been following… all summer mocking mocking mocking teasing and cocksure; the cat crawled under rockers on p…
I have lain in bed all day but I have written one poem and I am up now looking out the window and like a novelist might say
The next night as they moved the group from the main build– ing to the training building, I stopped to talk to Gus the old newsboy. Gus had once been 3rd-ranked welterweight contender b...
a house with 7 or 8 people living in it getting up the rent. there’s a stereo never used and a set of bongos
drinking German beer and trying to come up with the immortal poem at 5 p.m. in the afternoon. but, ah, I’ve told the