#AmericanWriters #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell
he was just a cat cross-eyed, dirty white with pale blue eyes
I had boils the size of tomatoes all over me they stuck a drill into me down at the county hospital, and
he talked about Steinbeck and Tho… wrote like a cross between the two… and I lived in a hotel on Figuero… close to the bars and he lived further uptown in a s…
I had worked my charms on her for a couple of nights in a bar— not that we were new lovers, I had loved her for 16 months but she didn’t want to come to my…
smoking a cigarette and noting a m… flattened out against the wall and died as organ music from centuries back… my black radio
a woman, a tire that’s flat, a disease, a desire: fears in front of you, fears that hold so still
But there were some good moments. My sometime friend from the neighborhood, Gene, who was a year older than I, had a buddy, Harry Gibson, who had had one professional fight (he’d lost)....
An old man asked me for a cigarett… and I carefully dealt out two. Been lookin’ for job. Gonna stand in the sun and smoke.” He was close to rags and rage
A couple of nights later Becker walked in. I guess my parents gave him my address or he located me through the college. I had my name and address listed with the employment division at ...
drunk and writing poems at 3 a.m. what counts now is one more tight
When I awakened a few hours later, Tanya was not in the bed. It was only 9 am. I found her sitting on the couch drinking out of a pint of whiskey. “I always get up at noon. We’re going ...
I began getting dizzy spells. I could feel them coming. The case would begin to whirl. The spells lasted about a minute. I couldn’t understand it. Each letter was getting heavier and he...
Then I started attending Mt. Justin Jr. High. About half the guys from Delsey Grammar School went there, the biggest and toughest half. Another gang of giants came from other schools. O...
what you see is what you see: madhouses are rarely on display. that we still walk about and scratch ourselves and light
sick with the flu drinking beer my radio on loud enough to overcome the sounds of the