#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
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 ...
Phillipe ’s is an old time cafe off Alameda street just a little north and east of the main post office. Phillipe’s opens at 5 a.m.
I had been sleeping on a terrible mattress with the springs sticking into me for several years. That afternoon when I awakened I pulled the mattress off the bed, dragged it outside, and...
We are like roses that have never… bloom when we should have bloomed… it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting
went for a walk on Hollywood Boul… looked down and there was a large… walking beside me. his pace was exactly the same as m… we stopped at traffic signals toge…
this man used to be an interesting writer, he was able to say brisk and refreshing things. at the time
it is justified all dying is justified all killing all death all passing, nothing is in vain
the illusion is that you are simpl… reading this poem. the reality is that this is more than a poem.
the problem, of course, isn’t the… it’s the living parts which make up the Dem… the next person you pass on the st… multiply
Somehow the money slipped away after that and soon I left the track and sat around in my apartment waiting for the 90 days’ leave to run out. My nerves were raw from the drinking and th...
I didn’t contest the divorce, didn’t go to court. Joyce gave me the car. She didn’t drive. All I had lost was 3 or 4 million. But I still had the post office. “I saw you with that bitch...
she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite
boy, don’t come around here tellin… can’t cut it, that they’re pitching you low and insid… they are conspiring against you, that all you want is a chance but…
In the morning Dee Dee drove me to the Sunset Strip for breakfast. The Mercedes was black and shone in the sun. We drove past the billboards and the nightclubs and the fancy restaurants...
he carried a piece of carbon, a blade and a whip and at night he feared his head and covered it with blankets