#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
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…
you with long hair, legs crossed h… the bar, you like a butcher knife… as the nightingale sings elsewhere… mingles with the roach’s hiss. know you as
Meanwhile, things went on. I had a long run of luck at the racetrack. I began to feel confident out there. You went for a certain profit each day, somewhere between 15 and 40 bucks. You...
the illusion is that you are simpl… reading this poem. the reality is that this is more than a poem.
Two nights later I went over to Tammie’s place on Rustic Court. I knocked. The lights weren’t on. It seemed empty. I looked in her mailbox. There were letters in there. I wrote a note, ...
screen like a burglar to take your… the snake had crawled the hole, and she said, tell me about yourself.
have we gone wrong again? we laugh less and less, become more sadly sane. all we want is the absence of others.
“It’s the manager, Freddy. He has started whistling this song. He’s whistling it when I come in in the morning and he never stops, and he’s whistling it when I go home at night. It’s be...
he used to sell papers in front: Get your winners! Get rich on a d… and about the 3rd or 4th race you’d see him rolling in on his ro… with roller skates underneath.
each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire,
That evening the phone rang. It was Mercedes. I had met her after giving a poetry reading at Venice Beach. She was about 28, fair body, pretty good legs, a blonde about 5~feet-5, a blue...
the old L.A. Public Library burn… down that library downtown and with it went large part of my
I met her somehow through correspo… and she began sending me very sexy… and this being mixed in with a min… confused me somewhat and I got in… through the mountains and valleys…
Bruckner wasn’t bad even though he got down on his knees and proclaimed Wagner the master.
light brown stare that dumb blank marvelous light brown stare I’ll take care of it.