#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
in the earliest possible day in the blue-headed noon I will telegraph you a boney hand decorated with
eating cold plums in bed she told me about the German who owned everything on the block except the custom drapery shop and he tried to buy
the drifting of the mind. the slow loss, the leaking away. one’s demise is not very interesti… from my bed I watch 3 birds throug… one coal black, one dark brown, th…
nobody goes downtown anymore the plants and trees have been cut… Pershing Square the grass is brown and the street preachers are not a…
at the track today, Father’s Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a
around 2 a.m. in my small room after turning off the poem machine for now
the 3 horse clipped the heels of the 7, they both went down and the 9 stumbled over them, jocks rolling, horses’ legs flung skyward.
I can’t have it and you can’t have it and we won’t get it so don’t bet on it
it is not very good to not get through whether it’s the wall the human mind
he talked about Steinbeck and Tho… wrote like a cross between the two… and I lived in a hotel on Figuero… close to the bars and he lived further uptown in a s…
was on the train to Del Mar and I… to go to the bar car. I had a beer… back and sat down. pardon me,” said the lady next to… sitting in my husband’s seat.”
Well, I took the scheme sheet and I related everything to sex and age. This guy lived in this house with 3 women. He belt-whipped one (her name was the name of the street and her age th...
I am watching a girl dressed in a light green sweater, blue shorts,… there is a necklace of some sort but her breasts are small, poor th… and she watches her nails
I’m out of matches. the springs in my couch are broken. they stole my footlocker. they stole my oil painting of
you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not