#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break
was much easier to be a genius in… only 3 or 4 literary magazines and… or 5 times you could end up in Ger… you could possibly meet Picasso fo… maybe only Miró.
Abe Mortenson was had enough to be around but he was just a fool. You can forgive a fool because he only runs in one direction and doesn’t deceive anybody. It’s the deceivers who make y...
is a highrise apt. next door and he beats her at night and she… and I see her the next day standing in the driveway with curl… and she has her huge buttocks jamm…
he spoke to mice and sparrows and his hair was white at the age… his father beat him every day and… lit candles in the church. his grandmother came while the boy…
you gotta have wars suppose World War One was the bes… really, you know, both sides were… they really had something to fight… they really thought they had somet…
my mother knocked on my rooming-ho… and came in looked in the dresser drawer: Henry you don’t have any clean stockings?
in the Valkerie Mountains among the strutting peacocks I found a flower as large as my head
she’s from Texas and weighs 103 pounds and stands before the mirror combing oceans of reddish hair
she undressed in front of me keeping her pussy to the front while I lay in bed with a bottle o… beer. where’d you get that wart on
she writes: you’ll be moaning and groaning in your poems about how I fucked those 2 guys last week.
So I was surprised when the phone rang a couple of nights later and it was Cassie. “What are you doing, Hank?” She gave me the address, it was either Westwood or West L. A. “I have plen...
he was easy, fat as a hummingbird and I had him blowing, I jabbed and crossed and took my t… everybody was waiting for the main… drinking beer, and I was thinking
I think of automobiles parked in a parking lot when I think of myself dead I think of frying pans when I think of myself dead
I cross the room to the last wall the last window the last pink sun with its arms around the world