#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I have been looking at the same lampshade for 5 years and it has gathered
this is my piano. the phone rings and people ask, what are you doing? how about getting drunk with us? and I say,
we had goldfish and they circled a… in the bowl on the table near the… covering the picture window and my mother, always smiling, wanting… to be happy, told me, ‘be happy He…
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...
let me speak as a friend although the centuries hang between us and neither you nor I can see the moon. be careful less the onion blind th…
consistency is terrific: shark-mouth grubby interior with an almost perfect body, long blazing hair—
ah, Merryman, fighter on the docks, killed a man while they were unloa… bananas. mean the man he killed
The subs themselves made Jonstone possible by obeying his impossible orders. I couldn’t see how a man of such obvious cruelty could be allowed to have his position. The regulars didn’t ...
he was just a cat cross-eyed, dirty white with pale blue eyes
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,…
all the way from Mexico straight from the fields to 14 wins 13 by k.o. he was ranked #3
the other day I’m out at the track betting Early Bird that’s when you bet at the track before it opens)
the pleasures of the damned are limited to brief moments of happiness: like the eyes in the look of a dog… like a square of wax,
absolutely sesamoid said the skeleton shoving his chalky foot upon my desk, and that was it,
To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine— just a lightbulb