#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
The next night Bobby and Valerie came over. They had recently moved into my apartment building and now lived across the court. Bobby had on his tight knit shirt. Everything always fitte...
look there. the one you considered killing you… for. you saw her the other day getting out of her car
being the German kid in the 20’s i… was difficult. there was much anti-German feeling… a carry-over from World War 1. gangs of kids chased me through th…
Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the… Orthadox to the west. she is dark
I was the last one off the plane and there was Joanna Dover. “Joanna, let’s have a Bloody Mary while we wait for my baggage. Oh hell, I don’t have any baggage. But let’s have a Bloody M...
in San Francisco the landlady, 80… Victrola up the stairway and I pl… until they beat on the walls. there was a large bucket in the ce… filled with beer and winebottles;
The bandages were helpful. L.A. County Hospital had finally come up with something. The boils drained. They didn’t vanish but they flattened a bit. Yet some new ones would appear and ri...
often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink,
like the fox run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth
waiting for death like a cat that will jump on the bed I am so very sorry for
it was Philly and the bartender sa… what and I said, gimme a draft, J… got to get the nerves straight, I’… going to look for a job. you, he s… a job?
we tried to hide it in the house s… neighbors wouldn’t see. was difficult, sometimes we both h… be gone at once and when we return… there would be excreta and urine a…
I don’t beat the walls with my fis… I just sit but it rushes in a tide of it. the woman in the court behind me h…
we had goldfish and they circled a… in the bowl on the table near the… covering the picture window and my mother, always smiling, wanting… to be happy, told me, ‘be happy He…
see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.