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the words have come and gone,I sit ill.the phone rings, the cats sleep.Linda vacuums.I am waiting to live,waiting to die.I wish I could ring in some..

poetry readings have to be some of the saddestdamned things ever,the gathering of the clansmen and clanladies,week after week, month after month..

there is always that space therejust before they get to usthat spacethat fine relaxerthe breatherwhile sayflopping on a bedthinking of nothingor..

ittakesa lot ofdesperationdissatisfactionanddisillusiontowriteafewgoodpoems.it's notforeverybodyeither towriteitor even toreadit

don't undress my loveyou might find a mannequin:don't undress the mannequinyou might findmy love.

when you're younga pair offemalehigh-heeled shoesjust sittingalonein the closetcan fire yourbones;when you're oldit's justa pair of..

In the betting line the otherdayman behind me asked,"are you HenryChinaski?""uh huh," I answered."I like your books," he wenton."thanks," I..

cimen altinda gecen 225 gunden sonra benden daha cok sey biliyor olmalisin.kanini emip bitireli epey oldu, artik bir sepetteki kuru bir cubuksun.bu..

the lady has me temporarily off the bottleand now the pecker stands upbetter.however, things change overnight--instead of listening to Shostakovich..

a symphony orchestra.

a girlfriend came inbuilt me a bedscrubbed and waxed the kitchen floorscrubbed the wallsvacuumedcleaned the toiletthe bathtubscrubbed the bathroom..

the history of melancholiaincludes all of us.me, I writhe in dirty sheetswhile staring at blue wallsand nothing.I have gotten so used to..

she was hot, she was so hotI didn't want anybody else to have her,and if I didn't get home on timeshe'd be gone, and I couldn't bear that-I'd go..

often it is the onlythingbetween you andimpossibility.no drink,no woman's love,no wealthcanmatch it.

I read last Saturday in theredwoods outside of Santa Cruzand I was about 3/4's finishedwhen I heard a long high screamand a quite attractiveyoung..

when I look back nowat the abuse I took fromherI feel shame that I was soinnocent,but I must sayshe did match me drink fordrink,and I realized that..

There are sketches on the walls of men and women and ducks,and outside a large green bus swerves through traffic likeinsanity sprung from a waving..

the goldfish sing all night with guitars,and the whores go down with the stars,the whores go down with the stars

some people never go crazy.me, sometimes I'll lie down behind the couchfor 3 or 4 days.they'll find me there.it's Cherub, they'll say, andthey pour..

I read a book about John Dos Passos and according tothe book once radical-communistJohn ended up in the Hollywood Hills living off investmentsand..

one of Lorca's best linesis,"agony, alwaysagony ..."

sway with me, everything sad -madmen in stone houseswithout doors,lepers steaming love and songfrogs trying to figurethe sky;sway with me, sad things..

I reached up into the top of the closetand took out a pair of blue pantiesand showed them to her andasked 'are these yours? 'and she looked and..

you may not believe itbut there are peoplewho go through life withvery littlefriction ordistress.they dress well, eatwell, sleep well.they are..

They don't make itthe beautiful die in flame-suicide pills, rat poison, rope what-ever...they rip their arms off,throw themselves out of windows,they..