#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
as I go to the escalator young fellow and a lovely young gi… are ahead of me. her pants, her blouse are skintigh… as we ascend
I went with two ladies down to Venice to look for antique furniture. I parked in back of the store and went in with them.
a girlfriend came in built me a bed scrubbed and waxed the kitchen flo… scrubbed the walls vacuumed
That night I gave another bad reading. I didn’t care. They didn’t care. If John Cage could get one thousand dollars for eating an apple, I’d accept $500 plus air fare for being a lemon....
I took the envelope home to my mother and handed it to her and walked into the bedroom. My bedroom. The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even ...
Thanks for the good letter. I don’t think it hurts, sometimes, to remember where you came from. You know the places where I came from. Even the people who try to write about that or mak...
Making love in the sun, in the mor… in a hotel room above the alley where poor men poke for bottles; making love in the sun
this is my piano. the phone rings and people ask, what are you doing? how about getting drunk with us? and I say,
I think of automobiles parked in a parking lot when I think of myself dead I think of frying pans when I think of myself dead
as the poems go into the thousands… realize that you’ve created very little. it comes down to the rain, the sun… the traffic, the nights and the da…
she bent over the side of the bed and opened the portfolio along the side of the wall. we were drinking. she said, “you promised me these
Then there were only 6 or 7 of us.… “How you doing on your scheme, Ch… “No trouble at all,” I said. “O.… “Yes, Woodburn.” “Listen, I don’t like to be bothe…
sometimes you climb out of bed in… I’m not going to make it, but you… remembering all the times you’ve f… you walk to the bathroom, do your… in the mirror, oh my oh my oh my,…
you haven’t lived until you’ve been in a flophouse with nothing but one light bulb
I had begun to dislike my father. He was always angry about something. Wherever we went he got into arguments with people. But he didn’t appear to frighten most people; they often just ...