#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
vain vanilla ladies strutting while van Gogh did it to himself. girls pulling on silk hose
the lilies storm my brain by god by god like nazi storm troopers! do you think I’m going tizzy?
the illusion is that you are simpl… reading this poem. the reality is that this is more than a poem.
I read a book about John Dos Pas… the book once radical—communist John ended up in the Hollywood Hi… and reading the Wall Street Journal
She wasn’t really a cop, she was a clerk-cop. And she started coming in and telling me about a guy who wore a purple stick pin and was a “real gentleman.” “Well,” I’d ask, “how was old ...
it was Philly and the bartender sa… what and I said, gimme a draft, J… got to get the nerves straight, I’… going to look for a job. you, he s… a job?
the branches break, the birds fall… the whores stand straight, the bombs stack, evening, morning, night, peanutbutter,
the drifting of the mind. the slow loss, the leaking away. one’s demise is not very interesti… from my bed I watch 3 birds throug… one coal black, one dark brown, th…
I laugh sometimes when I think ab… say Céline at a typewriter or Dostoevsky... or Hamsun...
I went to this place to see a movi… on tv Alexander the Great, and here come the armies ta ta ta
rose red sunlight; take it apart in the garage like a puzzle:
like in a chair the color of the s… as you listen to lazy piano music and the aircraft overhead are not at war. where the last drink is as good as
I didn’t see Lydia for a couple of days, although I did manage to phone her 6 or 7 times during that period. Then the weekend arrived. Her ex-husband, Gerald, always took the children o...
you may not believe it but there are people who go through life with very little friction or
is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown