#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
New Year’s Eve was another bad night for me to get through. My parents had always delighted in New Year’s Eve, listening to it approach on the radio, city by city, until it arrived in L...
man, he said, sitting on the steps your car sure needs a wash and wax… I can do it for you for 5 bucks, I got the wax, I got the rags, I… I need.
Nothing matters but flopping on a mattress with cheap dreams and a beer as the leaves die and the horses d… and the landladies stare in the ha…
I have lain in bed all day but I have written one poem and I am up now looking out the window and like a novelist might say
the telephone has not been kind of… of late there have been more and m… from people who want to come over… from people who are depressed from people who are lonely
I paid this one’s fare all the way… to San Francisco then flew up to meet her at her br… and I got drunk and talked all night about a redhe…
It was another Sunday that we got into the Model-T in search of my Uncle John. “He has no ambition,” said my father. “I don’t see how he can hold his god-damned head up and look people ...
cleaned my place the other day first time in ten years and found 100 rejected poems: fastened them all to a clipboard much bad reading.
the critics now have me drinking champagne and driving a BMW and also married to a socialite from
the branches break, the birds fall… the whores stand straight, the bombs stack, evening, morning, night, peanutbutter,
I have just spent one—hour—and—a—h… handicapping tomorrow’s card. when am I going to get at the poem… well, they’ll just have to wait
I have a saying, “the tough ones a… back.” but Vera was kinder than most, and so I was surprised when she arrived that night
he sat naked and drunk in a room o… night, running the blade of the kn… under his fingernails, smiling, th… of all the letters he had received telling him that
it is the man you’ve never seen wh… keeps you going, the one who might arrive someday. he isn’t out on the streets or
in the hospitals and jails it’s the worst in madhouses it’s the worst in penthouses