#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
To pacify Lydia I agreed to go to Muleshead, Utah. Her sister was camping in the mountains. The sisters actually owned much of the land. It had been inherited from their father. Glendol...
as the poems go into the thousands… realize that you’ve created very little. it comes down to the rain, the sun… the traffic, the nights and the da…
oh, how worried they are about my soul! I get letters the phone rings... “are you going to be all right?”
my friend is worried about dying he lives in Frisco I live in L.A. he goes to the gym and works with the iron and hits
what is it about lobsters and crab… those white-pink shells that always make me hungry just looking at them there in the butcher’s display case
bluebird there’s a bluebird in my heart tha… wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, say, stay in there, I’m not going
drinking German beer and trying to come up with the immortal poem at 5 p.m. in the afternoon. but, ah, I’ve told the
listen, he said, you ever seen a b… bucket? no, I told him. well, what happens is that now and… will climb up on top of the others
like in a chair the color of the s… as you listen to lazy piano music and the aircraft overhead are not at war. where the last drink is as good as
these women are supposed to come and see me but they never do. there’s the one with the long scar…
love, he said, gas kiss me off kiss my lips kiss my hair my fingers
too much too little too fat too thin or nobody.
this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with newspapers stuffed into
kool enough to die but not kill I take my doctor’s green pill drink tea as the sharks swim through vases o…
Long walks at night— that’s what good for the soul: peeking into windows watching tired housewives trying to fight off