#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
she writes continually like a long nozzle spraying the air,
the schoolyard was a horror show:… freaks the beatings up against the wire f… our schoolmates watching glad that they were not the victim…
feet of cheese coffeepot soul hands that hate poolsticks eyes like paperclips I prefer red wine
I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this
out of the arms of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on th… by a lady who smokes pot writes songs and stories,
I always wanted to ball Henry Miller, she said, but by the time I got there it was too late. damn it, I said, you girls
It was 3 or 4 days before I had to fly to Houston to give a reading. I went to the track, drank at the track, and afterwards I went to a bar on Hollywood Boulevard. I went home at 9 or ...
re-reading some of Fante’s The Wine of Youth in bed this mid-afternoon my big cat
Somehow the money slipped away after that and soon I left the track and sat around in my apartment waiting for the 90 days’ leave to run out. My nerves were raw from the drinking and th...
I had boils the size of tomatoes all over me they stuck a drill into me down at the county hospital, and
sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;
once we were young at this machine. . . drinking
invent yourself and then reinvent… don’t swim in the same slough. invent yourself and then reinvent… and stay out of the clutches of medioc…
she was in her orange Volks waitin… as I walked up the street with 2 six packs and a pint of sco… and she jumped out and began grabbing the beerbottles…
The riots ended, the baby calmed down, and I found ways to avoid Janko. But the dizzy spells persisted. The doctor wrote me a standing order for the green-white librium capsules and the...