#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
listening to Bruckner on the radio wondering why I’m not half mad over the latest breakup with my latest girlfriend wondering why I’m not driving the…
she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists
I cross the room to the last wall the last window the last pink sun with its arms around the world
Frank liked airplanes. He lent me all his pulp magazines about World War 1. The best was Flying Aces. The dog-fights were great, the Spads and the Fokkers mixing it. I read all the stor...
I went over the other day to pick up my daughter. her mother came out with workman’s overalls on. I gave her the child support money
this Friday night the Mexican girls at the Catholic… look especially good their husbands are in the bars and the Mexican girls look young
got out, fellow said, “hey!” walke… me, we shook hands, he slipped me… tickets for free car washes, “find… told him, walked on through to wai… area with wife, we sat on outside…
I could see the road ahead of me. I was poor and I was going to stay poor. But I didn’t particularly want money. I didn’t know what I wanted. Yes, I did. I wanted someplace to hide out,...
I had Fridays and Saturdays off, which made Sunday the roughest day. Plus the fact that on Sunday they made me report at 3:30 p.m. instead of my usual 6:18 p.m. This Sunday I went in an...
I’m out of matches. the springs in my couch are broken. they stole my footlocker. they stole my oil painting of
We were in the air twenty minutes when she took a mirror out of her purse and began to make up her face, mostly the eyes. She worked at her eyes with a small brush, concentrating on the...
it was up in San Francisco after my poetry reading. it had been a nice crowd I had gotten my money I had this place upstairs
There was death in that place on the hill. I knew it the first day I walked out the screen door and into the backyard. A zing– ing binging buzzing whining sound came right at me: 10,000...
twitching in the sheets— to face the sunlight again, that’s clearly trouble. I like the city better when the
you’ve got to fuck a great many wo… beautiful women and write a few decent love poems. and don’t worry about age and/or freshly-arrived talents.