#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
almost dawn blackbirds on the telephone wire waiting as I eat yesterday’s forgotten sandwich
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’...
Some say we should keep personal r… poem, stay abstract, and there is some r… but jezus; twelve poems gone and I don’t keep…
I paid this one’s fare all the way… to San Francisco then flew up to meet her at her br… and I got drunk and talked all night about a redhe…
he was 65, his wife was 66, had Alzheimer’s disease. he had cancer of the mouth. there were
near the corner table in the cafe middle-aged couple sit. they have finished their
the girls were young and worked the streets but often couldn’t score, they
I’m in bed. it’s morning and I hear: where are your socks? please get dressed!
he met her at the racetrack, a str… blonde with round hips, well-bosom… turned-up nose, flower mouth, in a… wearing white high-heeled shoes. she began asking him questions abo…
bet on #6, I try red, I stare at… wonder what Chekhov would do, and… blue plates sit eating the carnage… and look very much like Russians a… my left tit and try to smile like…
30 dogs, 20 men on 20 horses and o… and look here, they write, you are a dupe for the state, the… you are in the ego-dream, read your history, study the monet…
schoolgirls in pantyhose sitting on bus stop benches looking tired at 13 with their raspberry lipstick. it’s hot in the sun
The first three or four days at Mears-Starbuck were identical. In fact, similarity was a very dependable thing at Mears-Starbuck. The caste system was an accepted fact. There wasn’t a s...
he carried a piece of carbon, a blade and a whip and at night he feared his head and covered it with blankets
here I am in the ground my mouth open and