#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
out of the arm 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
yes, it’s dark in here. can’t open the door. can’t open the jam lid. can’t find a pair of socks that ma… was born in Andernach in 1920 and…
16 years old during the depression I’d come home drunk and all my clothing— shorts, shirts, stockings—
The first thing I remember is being under something. It was a table, I saw a table leg, I saw the legs of the people, and a portion of the tablecloth hanging down. It was dark under the...
the blazing shark wants my balls as I walk through the meat section looking for salami and cheese purple housewives
she was a short one getting fat and she had once been beautiful and she drank the wine she drank the wine in bed and
once we were young at this machine. . . drinking
this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias
red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”
you’re a beast, she said your big white belly and those hairy feet. you never cut your nails and you have fat hands
this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with newspapers stuffed into
The next day in bed I got tired of waiting for the airplanes and I found a large yellow notebook that had been meant for high school work. It was empty. I found a pen. I went to bed wit...
There was this place. It stretched over the sea, it was built over the sea. An old place, but with a touch of class. We got a room on the first floor. You could hear the ocean running d...
The toughest in the station. Apartment houses with boxes that had scrubbed-out names or no names at all, under tiny lightbulbs in dark halls. Old ladies standing in halls, up and down t...
this is my piano. the phone rings and people ask, what are you doing? how about getting drunk with us? and I say,