#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I used to know a dutchman in a Ph… he’d take 3 raw eggs in his beer, 71, still working, strong,
once starving in Philadelphia I had a small room it was evening going into night and I stood at my window on the 3r…
“your poems about the girls will s… 50 years from now when the girls a… my editor phones me. dear editor: the girls appear to be gone
I sat in the airport and waited. You never knew about photos. You could never tell. I was nervous. I felt like vomiting. I lit a cigarette and gagged. Why did I do these things? I didn’...
she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankl… and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists my god,
I remember the Model-T. Sitting high, the running boards seemed friendly, and on cold days, in the mornings, and often at other times, my father had to fit the hand-crank into the front...
Julio came by with his guitar and… latest song. Julio was famous, he wrote songs a… published books of little drawings… poems.
Lydia returned and found a nice apartment in the Burbank area. She seemed to care a lot more for me than before we parted. “My husband had this big cock and that’s all he had. He had no...
So I took the exam, passed it, took the physical, passed it, and there I was—a substitute mail carrier. It began easy. I was sent to West Avon Station and it was just like Christmas exc...
between 2 and 5 p.m. any day and a… Wednesday, it’s 20% off for us old dogs approaching the sunset… it’s strange to be old and not fee… old
There was death in that place on the hill. I knew it the first day I walked out the screen door and into the backyard. A zing– ing binging buzzing whining sound came right at me: 10,000...
oh, how worried they are about my soul! I get letters the phone rings... “are you going to be all right?”
Then Joyce wanted to go back to the city. For all the draw– backs, that little town, haircuts or not, beat city life. It was quiet. We had our own house. Joyce fed me well.) Plenty of m...
sway with me, everything sad— madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to figure
I’ve come by, she says, to tell yo… that this is it. I’m not kidding,… over. this is it. I sit on the couch watching her ar… her long red hair before my bedroo…