#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
red face Texas and age he’s at an L.A. racetrack
I’ve come by, she says, to tell yo… that this is it. I’m not kidding,… over. this is it. I sit on the couch watching her ar… her long red hair before my bedroo…
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...
no we can’t we can’t win it I’ve decided we can’t win it just for a while we thought we cou… but that was just for a while
I had been corresponding with Tanya and on the evening of January 5th she phoned. She had a high excited sexy voice like Betty Boop used to have. “I’m flying down tomorrow evening. Will...
oh, how worried they are about my soul! I get letters the phone rings... “are you going to be all right?”
we fought for 17 days inside that… thrusting and counter-thrusting but finally she got away and I walked outside and spit
this one always arrives at the wrong time a basically good sort I suppose an honest man
the rooms at the hospital went for 550 a day. that was for the room alone. the amazing thing, though, was tha… in some of the rooms
the swans drown in bilge water, take down the signs, test the poisons, barricade the cow from the bull,
there is enough treachery, hatred… human being to supply any given ar… and the best at murder are those w… and the best at hate are those who… and the best at war finally are th…
I get too many phone calls. they seek the creature out. they shouldn’t.
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of sweat on the table
she was sitting in the window of room 1010 at the Chelsea in New York, Janis Joplin’s old room. it was 104 degrees
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 ...