#AmericanWriters #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
the dream of a man is a whore with a gold tooth and a garter belt, perfumed with false eyebrows
is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown
this poet he’d been drinking 2 or 3 days and he walked out on the stage and looked at that audience and he just knew he was going to do it. there was a grand piano on stage and he walke...
Luckily I had auto insurance that paid for a rental car. I drove Katherine to the racetrack in it. We sat in the sundeck at Hollywood Park near the stretch turn. Katherine said she didn...
in grievous deity my cat walks around he walks around and around with electric tail and
near the corner table in the cafe middle-aged couple sit. they have finished their
The rainy season began. Most of the money went for drink so my shoes had holes in the soles and my raincoat was torn and old. In any steady downpour I got quite wet, and I mean wet-down...
I cut the middle fingernail of the… finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt
The subs themselves made Jonstone possible by obeying his impossible orders. I couldn’t see how a man of such obvious cruelty could be allowed to have his position. The regulars didn’t ...
never even in calmer times have I ever dreamed of bicycling through that
I feel gypped by dunces as if reality were the property of little men with luck and a headstart, and I sit in the cold
I didn’t do much the rest of the week. The Oaktree meet was on. I went to the track 2 or 3 times, broke even. I wrote a dirty story for a sex mag, wrote 10 or 12 poems, masturbated, and...
big sloppy wounded dog hit by a car and walking toward the curbing making enormous sounds
the problem, of course, isn’t the… it’s the living parts which make up the Dem… the next person you pass on the st… multiply
red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”