#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Lila Jane was a girl my age who lived next door. I still wasn’t allowed to play with the children in the neighborhood, but sitting in the bedroom often got dull. I would go out and walk...
she wore a platinum blond wig and her face was rouged and powder… and she put the lipstick on making a huge painted mouth and her neck was wrinkled
I forget the beginning time. 6 or 7 p.m. Something like that. All you did was sit with a handful of letters, take a streetmap and figure your run. It was easy. All the drivers took much...
I read a book about John Dos Pas… the book once radical—communist John ended up in the Hollywood Hi… and reading the Wall Street Journal
look there. the one you considered killing you… for. you saw her the other day getting out of her car
we take what we can see— the engines driving us mad, lovers finally hating; this fish in the market staring upward into our minds;
I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh,
Our man was there to meet us, Gary Benson. He also wrote poetry and drove a cab. He was very fat but at least he didn’t look like a poet, he didn’t look North Beach or East Village or l...
Lydia’s sister Angela came to town from Utah to see Lydia’s new house. Lydia had made a down payment on a little place and the monthly payments were very low. It was a very good buy. Th...
they talk down through the centuries to us, and this we need more and more, the statues and paintings in midnight age
sometimes I forget about him and h… innocence, almost idiotic, awkward… he liked walking over bridges and… to night I think about him, the wa… one felt space between his lines,…
she died of alcoholism wrapped in a blanket on a deck chair on an ocean steamer.
I know that some night in some bedroom soon my fingers will rift
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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