#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
we are gathered here now to bury her in this poem. she did not marry an unemployed wi… beat her every
the lilies storm my brain by god by god like nazi storm troopers! do you think I’m going tizzy?
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer.
By the time they called me to dinner I was able to pull up my clothing and walk to the breakfast nook where we ate all our meals except on Sunday. There were two pillows on my chair. I ...
Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?
We were in the air twenty minutes when she took a mirror out of her purse and began to make up her face, mostly the eyes. She worked at her eyes with a small brush, concentrating on the...
big black beard tells me that I don’t feel terror I look at him
eating cold plums in bed she told me about the German who owned everything on the block except the custom drapery shop and he tried to buy
there are worse things than being alone but it often takes de cades to realize this and most often
she came to my place drunk riding a deer up on the front porc… so many women want to save the wor… but can’t keep their own kitchens… but me...
Mongolian coasts shining in light, listen to the pulse of the sun, the tiger is the same to all of us and high oh so high on the branch
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…
shot in the eye shot in the brain shot in the ass shot like a flower in the dance amazing how death wins hands down
the Egyptians loved the cat were often entombed with it instead of with the women and never with the dog but now
she undressed in front of me keeping her pussy to the front while I lay in bed with a bottle o… beer. where’d you get that wart on