#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
sitting on a 2nd-floor porch at 1:… while looking out over the city. could be worse. we needn’t accomplish great things…
the dead can sleep they don’t get up and rage they don’t have a wife. her white face like a flower in a closed
sleepy now at 4 a.m. hear the siren of a white ambulance,
Van Gogh cut off his ear gave it to a prostitute who flung it away in extreme
she reads to me from the New York… which I don’t buy, don’t know how they get in here, but it’s something about the Mafia one of the heads of the Mafia
he walks up to my Volks after I have parked and rocks it back and forth grinning around his
call it love stand it up in the failing light put it in a dress pray sing beg cry laugh
Cecelia sat and watched us drink. I could see that I repulsed her. I ate meat. I had no god. I liked to fuck. Nature didn’t interest me. I never voted. I liked wars. Outer space bored m...
I had worked my charms on her for a couple of nights in a bar— not that we were new lovers, I had loved her for 16 months but she didn’t want to come to my…
O lord, he said, Japanese women, real women, they have not forgotte… bowing and smiling closing the wounds men have made; but American women will kill you l…
listening to Wagner as outside in the dark the wind bl… trees wave and shake lights go off and on the walls creak and the… bed...
god I got the sad blue blues, this woman sat there and she said are you really Charles Bukowski?
the Egyptians loved the cat were often entombed with it instead of with the women and never with the dog but now
That evening the phone rang. It was Mercedes. I had met her after giving a poetry reading at Venice Beach. She was about 28, fair body, pretty good legs, a blonde about 5~feet-5, a blue...
this one teaches that one lives with his mother and that one is supported by a red… with the brain of a gnat. this one takes speed and has been…