#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
in grievous deity my cat walks around he walks around and around with electric tail and
watch them push the crippled and t… in their wheelchairs on to the electric lift which carries them up into the lon… where each chair is locked down
naked along the side of the house, 8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oil over my body, Jesus, have I come to this? I once battled in dark alleys for…
the words have come and gone, I sit ill. the phone rings, the cats sleep. Linda vacuums. I am waiting to live,
the blue pencil of the wave shots of yellow road a steering wheel an insane woman sitting next to you
drinking 15 dollar champagne— Cordon Rouge—with the hookers. one is named Georgia and she doesn’t like pantyhose: I keep helping her pull up
over my radio now comes the sound of a truly mad org… can see some monk drunk in a cellar mind gone or found,
a woman, a tire that’s flat, a disease, a desire: fears in front of you, fears that hold so still
I saw her when I was in the left… going east on Sunset. she was sitting with her legs crossed reading a paperback.
this guy he’s got a crazy eye and he’s brown a dark brown from the sun the Hollywood and Western sun
I had worked my charms on her for a couple of nights in a bar— not that we were new lovers, I had loved her for 16 months but she didn’t want to come to my…
if you’re a man, Los Angeles is w… battle; or if you’re a woman, and… the rest, you sail it against a mo… when you grow grey you can hide in… in a mansion so nobody can see how…
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
one of the first actors to play Ta… Motion Picture Home. he’d been there for years waiting… he spent much of his time running in and out of the wards
there are beasts in the salt shake… and airdromes in the coffeepot. my mother’s hand is in the bag dra… and from the backs of spoons come the cries of tiny tortured animals…