#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
you with long hair, legs crossed h… the bar, you like a butcher knife… as the nightingale sings elsewhere… mingles with the roach’s hiss. know you as
Van Gogh cut off his ear gave it to a prostitute who flung it away in extreme
the rag. she sat there, glooming. I couldn’t do anything with her. it was raining. she got up and left.
Her father really hated me. He thought I was after his money. I didn’t want his god damned money. And I didn’t even want his god damned precious daughter. The only time I ever saw him w...
the swans drown in bilge water, take down the signs, test the poisons, barricade the cow from the bull,
I went to my place, started drinking. I snapped on the radio and found some classical music. I got my Coleman lantern out of the closet. I turned out the lights and sat playing with the...
what’s bad about all this is watching people drinking coffee and waiting. I would
when I was in grammar school my parents were poor and in my lunch bag there was only a peanut butter sandwich.
there waas a rock-and-mud slide on the Pacific Coast Highway and… detour and they directed us up int… and traffic was slow and it was ho… we were lost.
is a highrise apt. next door and he beats her at night and she… and I see her the next day standing in the driveway with curl… and she has her huge buttocks jamm…
he’s a runt he snarls and scratches chases cars groans in his sleep and has a perfect star above each…
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 was asked to give a reading at a famous nightclub, The Lancer, on Hollywood Boulevard. I agreed to read two nights. I was to follow a rock group, The Big Rape, each night. I was getti...
no one is sorry I am leaving, not even I; but there should be a minstrel or at least a glass of wine. bothers the young most, I think:
I began receiving letters from a girl in New York City. Her name was Mindy. She had run across a couple of my books, but the best thing about her letters was that she seldom mentioned w...