#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
“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…
when God created love he didn’t he… when God created dogs He didn’t h… when God created plants that was a… when God created hate we had a sta… when God created me He created me
I heard it first while screwing a… who had the biggest box in Scranton. I listened to it again as I wrote… to my mother
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...
The next morning Tammie found a prescription in her purse. “I’ve got to get this filled,” she said. “Look at it.” It was wrinkled and the ink had run. “Well, he tried to get this prescr...
here they come these guys grey truck radio playing they are in a hurry
By the time they called me to dinner I was able to pull up my clothing and walk to the breakfast nook where we ate all our meals except on Sunday. There were two pillows on my chair. I ...
when I was in grammar school my parents were poor and in my lunch bag there was only a peanut butter sandwich.
self-congratulatory nonsense as th… famous gather to applaud their see… greatness you wonder where
he sits all day at the bus stop at Sunset and Western his sleeping bag beside him. he’s dirty. nobody bothers him.
The boys on Dorsey station didn’t know my problems. I’d enter through the back way each night, hide my sweater in a tray and walk in to get my timecard: We had a game going, the black-w...
this poet he’d been drinking 2 or 3 days and he walked out on the stage and looked at that audience and he just knew he was going to do it. there was a grand piano on stage and he walke...
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of sweat on the table
in the Valkerie Mountains among the strutting peacocks I found a flower as large as my head
murder the roaches spit out paper clips and the helicopter circles and cir… smelling for blood