#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
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...
sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;
she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists
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…
you just don’t know how to do it, you know that, and you can’t do a lot of other useful things either. it’s the fault of the
the dream of a man is a whore with a gold tooth and a garter belt, perfumed with false eyebrows
old Butch, they fixed him the girls don’t look like much anymore. when Big Sam moved out of the back
my doctor has just come into his o… from surgery. he meets me in the men’s john. “God damn,” he says to me, “where did you find her? oh, I jus…
this Friday night the Mexican girls at the Catholic… look especially good their husbands are in the bars and the Mexican girls look young
I phoned Joyce. “How’s it working with Purple Sti… “What did he do when you told him… “We were sitting across from each… “What happened?”
the acute and terrible air hangs w… as summer birds mingle in the bran… and warble and mystify the clamor of the mind… an old parrot
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of sweat on the table
naked along the side of the house, 8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oil over my body, Jesus, have I come to this? I once battled in dark alleys for…
I took women either to the boxing matches or to the racetrack. That Thursday night I took Katherine to the boxing matches at the Olympic auditorium. She had never been to a live fight. ...
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…