#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
In bed I had something in front o… “Sorry, baby,” I said. Then I ro… Then something awakened me. It wa… “Go, baby, go!” I told her. I arched my back now and then. Sh…
cigarettes wetted with beer from the night before you light one gag open the door for air
I was a bum in San Francisco but… to go to a symphony concert along… and the music was good but somethi… audience was not and something about the orchestra
her shoes themselves would light my room like many candles. she walks like all things shining on glass,
she sits on the floor going through a cardboard box reading me love letters I have wri… while her 4 year old daughter lies… wrapped in a pink blanket and
over my radio now comes the sound of a truly mad org… can see some monk drunk in a cellar mind gone or found,
red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”
the essence of the belly like a white balloon sacked is disturbing like the running of feet on the stairs
it sits outside my window now like and old woman going to market… it sits and watches me, it sweats nevously through wire and fog and dog—bark
has been going on for some time. there is this young waitress where… at the racetrack. how are you doing today?” she asks… winning pretty good,” I reply.
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 problem, of course, isn’t the… it’s the living parts which make up the Dem… the next person you pass on the st… multiply
we had goldfish and they circled a… in the bowl on the table near the… covering the picture window and my mother, always smiling, wanting… to be happy, told me, ‘be happy He…
I even hear the mountains the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the water the fish cry
Slipping keenly into bright ashes, target of vanilla tears your sure body lit candles for men on dark nights, and now your night is darker