#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I used to know a dutchman in a Ph… he’d take 3 raw eggs in his beer, 71, still working, strong,
I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh,
red face Texas and age he’s at an L.A. racetrack
I was shacked with a 24 year old girl from New York City for two weeks—about the time of the garbage
I took Tammie. We got there a little early and went to a bar across the street. We got a table. “Now don’t drink too much, Hank. You know how you slur your words and miss your lines whe...
The rainy season began. Most of the money went for drink so my shoes had holes in the soles and my raincoat was torn and old. In any steady downpour I got quite wet, and I mean wet-down...
the droll noon where squadrons of worms creep up like stripteasers to be raped by blackbirds. I go outside
it’s the same as before or the other time or the time before that. here’s a cock and here’s a cunt
dogs and angels are not very different. I often go to this place to eat about 2:30 in the afternoon
Dee Dee had to pick up her son at the airport. He was coming home from England for his vacation. He was 17, she told me, and his father was an ex-concert pianist. But he’d fallen for sp...
I’m out of matches. the springs in my couch are broken. they stole my footlocker. they stole my oil painting of
I could see the road ahead of me. I was poor and I was going to stay poor. But I didn’t particularly want money. I didn’t know what I wanted. Yes, I did. I wanted someplace to hide out,...
I was standing in line at the bank… when the old fellow in front of me dropped his glasses (luckily, with… case) and as he bent over
there are beasts in the salt shake… and airdromes in the coffeepot. my mother’s hand is in the bag dra… and from the backs of spoons come the cries of tiny tortured animals…
old Butch, they fixed him the girls don’t look like much anymore. when Big Sam moved out of the back