#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I’m not going to die easy; I’ve sat on your suicide beds in some of the worst holes in America,
they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it all is.
After dinner or lunch or whatever it was—with my crazy 12 hour night I was no longer sure what was what—I said, "Look, baby, I’m sorry, but don’t you realize that this job is driving me...
shot off his left ear then his right, and then tore off his belt buckle with hot lead, and then
the critics now have me drinking champagne and driving a BMW and also married to a socialite from
these women are supposed to come and see me but they never do. there’s the one with the long scar…
The first thing I remember is being under something. It was a table, I saw a table leg, I saw the legs of the people, and a portion of the tablecloth hanging down. It was dark under the...
I didn’t have any friends at school, didn’t want any. I felt better being alone. I sat on a bench and watched the others play and they looked foolish to me. During lunch one day I was a...
“what?” they say, “you got a computer?” it’s like I have sold out to the enemy. I had no idea so many
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 could see the road ahead of me. I was poor and I was going to stay poor. But I didn’t particularly want money. I didn’t know what I wanted. Yes, I did. I wanted someplace to hide out,...
think of de vils in hell and stare at a beautiful vase of flowers as the woman in my bedroom
I’m in bed. it’s morning and I hear: where are your socks? please get dressed!
these boys have got class they ought to make kings out of old men rolling cigarettes in rooms small enough
self-congratulatory nonsense as th… famous gather to applaud their see… greatness you wonder where