#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
live alone in a small room and read the newspapers and sleep alone in the dark dreaming of crowds.
he was a good one say 18, 19, marine and every time woman came down the train aisle
which reminds me I shacked with Jane for 7 years she was a drunk I loved her my parents hated her
the acute and terrible air hangs w… as summer birds mingle in the bran… and warble and mystify the clamor of the mind… an old parrot
I see old people on pensions in th… supermarkets and they are thin and… proud and they are dying they are starving on their feet an… nothing. long ago, among other lie…
I have lain in bed all day but I have written one poem and I am up now looking out the window and like a novelist might say
I made practice runs down to skid row to get ready for my future. I didn’t like what I saw down there. Those men and women had no special daring or brilliance. They wanted what everybod...
at exactly 12:00 midnight 1973-74 Los Angeles it began to rain on the palm leaves outside my window
I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this
I got lucky the next day. They called my name. It was a different doctor. I stripped down. He turned a hot white light on me and looked me over. I was sitting on the edge of the examina...
he got knifed in broad daylight, c… holding his hands over his gut, dr… on the pavement. nobody waiting in line left their… he made it to the Mission doorway,…
The bandages were helpful. L.A. County Hospital had finally come up with something. The boils drained. They didn’t vanish but they flattened a bit. Yet some new ones would appear and ri...
I been readin’ you for a long time… I just put Billy Boy to bed, he got 7 mean ticks from somewhere… I got 2, my husband, Benny, he got 3.
the blazing shark wants my balls as I walk through the meat section looking for salami and cheese purple housewives
what you see is what you see: madhouses are rarely on display. that we still walk about and scratch ourselves and light