#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
all the women all their kisses the different ways they love and talk and need. their ears they all have
when I look back now at the abuse I took from her I feel shame that I was so innocent,
all of a sudden I’m a painter. a girl from Galveston gives me $50 for a painting of a man holding a candycane while floating in a darkened sky.
he was just a cat cross-eyed, dirty white with pale blue eyes
the higher you climb the greater the pressure. those who manage to endure learn
Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?
one of the first actors to play Ta… Motion Picture Home. he’d been there for years waiting… he spent much of his time running in and out of the wards
she’s from Texas and weighs 103 pounds and stands before the mirror combing oceans of reddish hair
you know what Li Po said when ask… Artist or Rich? I’d rather be Rich,” he replied,… sitting on the doorsteps of the Rich.”
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...
you know I sat on the same barstool in Phi… 5 years I drank canned heat and the cheape… I was beaten in alleys by well-fed…
That summer, July 1934, they gunned down John Dillinger outside the movie house in Chicago. He never had a chance. The Lady in Red had fingered him. More than a year earlier the banks h...
Slipping keenly into bright ashes, target of vanilla tears your sure body lit candles for men on dark nights, and now your night is darker
don’t undress my love you might find a mannequin: don’t undress the mannequin you might find my love.
have we gone wrong again? we laugh less and less, become more sadly sane. all we want is the absence of others.