#AmericanWriters #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
here things are tough but they’re mostly always tough. basically I’m just trying to get a… with the female. when you first meet them their eyes
I never wear dark shades but this red head went to get a prescription filled on Hollywood… and she kept haggling and working… me, snapping and snarling.
he buys 5 cars a month, details th… them out, then resells them at a profit of one or… he has a nice Jewish wife and he t… bangs her until the walls shake.
we are gathered here now to bury her in this poem. she did not marry an unemployed wi… beat her every
this is my piano. the phone rings and people ask, what are you doing? how about getting drunk with us? and I say,
I have just spent one—hour—and—a—h… handicapping tomorrow’s card. when am I going to get at the poem… well, they’ll just have to wait
Beowulf may have killed Grendel a… Grendel’s mother but he couldn’t kill this one:
murdered in the alleys of the land frost-bitten against flagpoles pawned by females educated in the dark for the dark vomiting into plugged toilets
a woman, a tire that’s flat, a disease, a desire: fears in front of you, fears that hold so still
and the subnormal. all through grammar school junior high high school junior college
terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat
the droll noon where squadrons of worms creep up like stripteasers to be raped by blackbirds. I go outside
in grievous deity my cat walks around he walks around and around with electric tail and
The ex-Japanese wrestler who was into real estate sold Lydia’s house. She had to move out. There was Lydia, Tonto, Lisa and the dog, Bugbutt. In Los Angeles most landlords hang out the ...
take a writer away from his typewr… and all you have left is the sickness which started him