#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Three or four days later I found her note and phoned Debra. She said, “Come on over.” She gave me the directions to Playa del Rey and I drove over. She had a small rented house with a f...
I used to hold my social security… up in the air, he told me, but I was so small they couldn’t see it,
they found him walking along the f… all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut off his sexual
The ultra-violet ray machine clicked off. I had been treated on both sides. I took off the goggles and began to dress. Miss Ackerman walked in. “Not yet,” she said, “keep your clothes o...
Marina Louise, Fay named the child. So there it was, Marina Louise Chinaski. In the crib by the window. Looking up at the tree leafs and bright designs whirling on the ceiling. Then she...
it is the man you’ve never seen wh… keeps you going, the one who might arrive someday. he isn’t out on the streets or
sit on this bench and look at the sea and the freaks and the lovers. need new eyes a new mouth new pillows, a new woman.
there’s a bluebird in my heart tha… wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I’m not goi… to let anybody see
the Egyptians loved the cat were often entombed with it instead of with the women and never with the dog but now
they go on writing pumping out poems— young boys and college professors wives who drink wine all afternoon while their husbands work,
I had been corresponding with a lady in San Francisco for several months. Her name was Liza Weston and she survived by giving dance lessons, including ballet, in her own studio. She was...
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break
I was editing a little magazine at the time, The Laxative Approach. I had two co-editors and we felt that we were printing the best poets of our time. Also some of the other kind. One o...
I am hung by a nail the sun melts my heart I am cousin to the snake
I have just spent one—hour—and—a—h… handicapping tomorrow’s card. when am I going to get at the poem… well, they’ll just have to wait