Great Poets Die In Steaming Pots Of Shit (1968)
Story (1968)
Excerpt
Great Poets Die In Steaming Pots Of Shit
let me tell you about him. with sick hangover I crawled out from under the sheets the other day to try to get to the store, buy some food, place food inside of me and make the job I hate. all right. I was in this grocery store, and this little shit of a man (he must have been as old as I) but perhaps more comfortable and stupid and idiotic, a chipmunk full of beatlenuts and BOW WOW and no regard for anything except the way he felt or thought or expressed ... he was a hyena-chipmunk, a piece of sloth...
Appears in Books
- Tales of Ordinary Madness - 1983, pg. 77
- Erections, Ejaculations and General Tales of Ordinary Madness - 1972, pg. 317