#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
around 2 a.m. in my small room after turning off the poem machine for now
I’m in bed. it’s morning and I hear: where are your socks? please get dressed!
There was death in that place on the hill. I knew it the first day I walked out the screen door and into the backyard. A zing– ing binging buzzing whining sound came right at me: 10,000...
sleep at Lila’s and in the morning we get the breakfast special at th… then it’s up to her friend Buffy’s… Buffy has boy twins, father in dou… in a $150-a-month apt.
I walked into the counselor’s office. It was Eddie Beaver sitting behind the desk. The clerks called him “Skinny Beaver.” He had a pointed head, pointed nose, pointed chin. He was all p...
Shirley came to town with a broken… and met the Chicano who smoked long slim cigars and they got a place together on Beacon street
the branches break, the birds fall… the whores stand straight, the bombs stack, evening, morning, night, peanutbutter,
Later in the hospital they were dabbing at my knees with pieces of cotton that had been soaked in something. It burned. My elbows burned too. The doctor was bending over me with a nurse...
The next night Bobby and Valerie came over. They had recently moved into my apartment building and now lived across the court. Bobby had on his tight knit shirt. Everything always fitte...
in the Valkerie Mountains among the strutting peacocks I found a flower as large as my head
there is enough treachery, hatred… human being to supply any given ar… and the best at murder are those w… and the best at hate are those who… and the best at war finally are th…
“I’ve made it,” she said, “I’ve c… through.” she had on new boots, pa… and a white sweater. “I know what… want now.” she was from Chicago an… had settled in L.A.’s Fairfax dis…
welcome to my wormy hell. the music grinds off-key. fish eyes watch from the wall. this is where the last happy shot… fired.
the best often die by their own ha… just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody
at their best, there is gentleness… some understanding and, at times,… courage but all in all it is a mass, a glo… have too much.