#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I was sitting in my shorts one afternoon a week later. There was a tender little knock on the door. “Just a moment,” I said. I put on a robe and opened the door. “We’re two girls from G...
yesterday drunken Alice gave me a jar of fig jam and today she whistles
she cut my toenails the night befo… and in the morning she said, “I th… just lay here all day.” which meant she wasn’t going to wo… she was at my apartment—which mean…
sick with the flu drinking beer my radio on loud enough to overcome the sounds of the
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break
we were in bed and she started to fight: “you son of a bitch! you just wait… I’ll get you!” I began laughing:
being the German kid in the 20’s i… was difficult. there was much anti-German feeling… a carry-over from World War 1. gangs of kids chased me through th…
Back in L.A., there was almost a week of peace. Then the phone rang. It was the owner of a Manhattan Beach nightclub, Marty Seavers. I had read there a couple of times before. The club ...
you sit on the couch with me tonight new woman. have you seen the
we are gathered here now to bury her in this poem. she did not marry an unemployed wi… beat her every
The riots ended, the baby calmed down, and I found ways to avoid Janko. But the dizzy spells persisted. The doctor wrote me a standing order for the green-white librium capsules and the...
after the slaughter house there was a bar around the corner and I sat in there and watched the sun go down through the window,
the canaries were there, and the l… and the old woman with warts; and I was there, a child and I touched the piano keys as they talked—
the other day I’m out at the track betting Early Bird that’s when you bet at the track before it opens)
you consult psychiatrists and phil… when things aren’t going well and whores when they are. the whores are there for young boy… men; to the young boys they say,