#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink,
it is justified all dying is justified all killing all death all passing, nothing is in vain
We got back to 1010. I had my check. I’d left word that we didn’t want to be disturbed. Tammie and I sat drinking. I’d read 5 or 6 love poems about her. “They knew who I was,” she said....
she drives into the parking lot wh… I am leaning up against the fender… she’s drunk and her eyes are wet w… “you son of a bitch, you fucked me… didn’t want to. you told me to kee…
I am hung by a nail the sun melts my heart I am cousin to the snake
I kept getting letters from a lady who lived only a mile or so away. She signed them Nicole. She said she had read some of my books and liked them. I answered one of her letters and she...
first time my father overheard me… this bit of music he asked me, “what is it?” “it’s called Love For Three Oran… I informed him.
I used to know a dutchman in a Ph… he’d take 3 raw eggs in his beer, 71, still working, strong,
the strong men the muscle men there they sit down at the beach cocoa tans
I had boils the size of tomatoes all over me they stuck a drill into me down at the county hospital, and
we’d had any number of joints and… beer and I was on the bed stretche… and she said, “look, I’ve had 3 ab… in a row, real fast, and I’m sick… abortions, I don’t want you to sti…
which reminds me I shacked with Jane for 7 years she was a drunk I loved her my parents hated her
he drank wine all night of the 28th, and he kept thinking of her: the way she walked and talked and… the way she told him things that s… but were not, and he knew the colo…
monkey feet small and blue walking toward you as the back of a building falls of… and an airplane chews the white sk…
sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;