#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
We had a 3:30 pm flight out of Los Angeles that Saturday. At 2 pm I went up and knocked on Tammie’s door. She wasn’t there. I want back to my place and sat down. The phone rang. It was ...
Her father really hated me. He thought I was after his money. I didn’t want his god damned money. And I didn’t even want his god damned precious daughter. The only time I ever saw him w...
in the center of the action you have to lay down like an anima… until it charges, you have to lay down
He hinted at times that I was a bastard and I told him to listen to Brahms, and I told him to learn to paint and drink and not be dominated by women and dollars but he screamed at me, F...
sometimes I forget about him and h… innocence, almost idiotic, awkward… he liked walking over bridges and… to night I think about him, the wa… one felt space between his lines,…
sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;
she’s from Texas and weighs 103 pounds and stands before the mirror combing oceans of reddish hair
I can’t have it and you can’t have it and we won’t get it so don’t bet on it
sleepy now at 4 a.m. hear the siren of a white ambulance,
majestic, majic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—
my goldfish stares with watery eye… into the hemisphere of my sorrow; upon the thinnest of threads we hang together, hang hang hang
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
we are always asked to understand the other person’s viewpoint no matter how out—dated
we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…
I’ll settle for the 6 horse on a rainy afternoon a paper cup of coffee in my hand a little way to go,