#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
absolutely sesamoid said the skeleton shoving his chalky foot upon my desk, and that was it,
I was glad I had money in the Sav… Friday afternoon hungover I didn’t have a job I was glad I had money in the Sav… I didn’t know how to play a guitar
I can remember starving in a small room in a strange city shades pulled down, listening to classical music I was young I was so young it hur…
they took my man off the street the other day he wore an L.A. Rams sweatshirt w… the sleeves cut off
the house next door makes me sad. both man and wife rise early and go to work. they arrive home in early evening.
It was another Sunday that we got into the Model-T in search of my Uncle John. “He has no ambition,” said my father. “I don’t see how he can hold his god-damned head up and look people ...
The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry? it seems they want more, it seems almost as if they are angry
I met an old drunk on the street one afternoon. I used to know him from the days with Betty when we made the rounds of the bars. He told me that he was now a postal clerk and that there...
this is my piano. the phone rings and people ask, what are you doing? how about getting drunk with us? and I say,
I met her somehow through correspo… and she began sending me very sexy… and this being mixed in with a min… confused me somewhat and I got in… through the mountains and valleys…
schoolgirls in pantyhose sitting on bus stop benches looking tired at 13 with their raspberry lipstick. it’s hot in the sun
I’m big I suppose that’s why my women alwa… small but this 6 foot goddess who deals in real estate
around 2 a.m. in my small room after turning off the poem machine for now
he was just a cat cross-eyed, dirty white with pale blue eyes
The track had moved down the coast a hundred miles or so. I kept paying the rent on my apartment in town, got in my car and drove down. Once or twice a week I would drive back to the ap...