#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
think of de vils in hell and stare at a beautiful vase of flowers as the woman in my bedroom
old grey-haired waitresses in cafes at night have given it up, and as I walk down sidewalks of light and look into windows
you with long hair, legs crossed h… the bar, you like a butcher knife… as the nightingale sings elsewhere… mingles with the roach’s hiss. know you as
he met her at the racetrack, a str… blonde with round hips, well-bosom… turned-up nose, flower mouth, in a… wearing white high-heeled shoes. she began asking him questions abo…
the motion of the human heart: strangled over Missouri; sheathed in hot wax in Boston; burned like a potato in Norfolk; lost in the Allegheny Mountains;
yesterday drunken Alice gave me a jar of fig jam and today she whistles
in the men’s room at the track this boy of about 7 or 8 years old came out of a stall
the German hotel was very strange… double doors to the rooms, very th… looked the park and the vasser ter… it was usually too late for breakf… would be everywhere changing sheet…
blue fish, the blue night, a blue… everything is blue. and my cats are blue: blue fur, bl… blue whiskers, blue eyes. my bed lamp shines
luxury ocean liners crossing the water full of the indolent and rich passing from this place to that
Cleo’s going to make it now she’s got her shit together she split with Barney Barney wasn’t good for her she got a bigger apartment
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer.
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…
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end o… of wine, I have typed from a dozen… poesy an old man maddened for the flesh of young gi…
terrible arguments. and, at last, lying peacefully on her large bed which is spread in red with cool patterns o…