#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
people went into vacant lots and pulled up greens to cook and the men rolled Bull Durham or smoked Wings (10 a pack) and the dogs were thin and the cats were thin and the cats learned h...
as the orchid dies and the grass goes insane, let’s have one for the los… met an old man and a tired whore
I had just won $115 from the heads… was naked upon my bed listening to an opera by one of th… and had just gotten rid of a very… when there was a knock upon the wo…
A week later I was driving down Hollywood Boulevard with Lydia. A weekly entertainment newspaper published in California at that time had asked me to write an article on the life of the...
the virus holds the concepts give way like rotten shoelaces toothache and bacon dance on the lawn
you just don’t know how to do it, you know that, and you can’t do a lot of other useful things either. it’s the fault of the
I tried it standing up this time. it doesn’t usually work. this time it seemed
I’m out of matches. the springs in my couch are broken. they stole my footlocker. they stole my oil painting of
when I look back now at the abuse I took from her I feel shame that I was so innocent,
“what?” they say, “you got a computer?” it’s like I have sold out to the enemy. I had no idea so many
I was 50 years old and hadn’t been to bed with a woman for four years. I had no women friends. I looked at them as I passed them on the streets or wherever I saw them, but I looked at t...
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.
she’s not for you, man, she’s not your type, she’s erased she’s been used she’s got all the wrong
and the sun wields mercy but like a jet torch carried to hi… and the jets whip across its sight and rockets leap like toads, and the boys get out the maps
when I was in grammar school my parents were poor and in my lunch bag there was only a peanut butter sandwich.