#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I’m not going to die easy; I’ve sat on your suicide beds in some of the worst holes in America,
I didn’t do much the rest of the week. The Oaktree meet was on. I went to the track 2 or 3 times, broke even. I wrote a dirty story for a sex mag, wrote 10 or 12 poems, masturbated, and...
On Thursday night Bobby phoned again. “Hey, man, what are you doing?” “Oh, come on, man, I’ll just stay for a few beers. . . .” “You treat him mean. He gets lonely when his wife is at w...
But, there were still bits of action. One guy was caught on the same stairway that I had been trapped on. He was caught there with his head under some girl’s skirt. Then one of the girl...
women don’t know how to love, she told me. you know how to love but women just want to leech.
strange warmth, hot and cold femal… I make good love, but love isn’t j… sex. most females I’ve known are ambitious, and I like to lie aroun… on large comfortable pillows at 3…
I been readin’ you for a long time… I just put Billy Boy to bed, he got 7 mean ticks from somewhere… I got 2, my husband, Benny, he got 3.
After Debra left for work the next morning I bathed, then tried to watch t.v. I walked around naked and noticed that I could be seen from the street through the front window. So I had a...
no one is sorry I am leaving, not even I; but there should be a minstrel or at least a glass of wine. bothers the young most, I think:
She wasn’t really a cop, she was a clerk-cop. And she started coming in and telling me about a guy who wore a purple stick pin and was a “real gentleman.” “Well,” I’d ask, “how was old ...
the higher you climb the greater the pressure. those who manage to endure learn
it is justified all dying is justified all killing all death all passing, nothing is in vain
think of the beds used again and again to fuck in to die in. in this land
I was always a natural slob I liked to lay upon the bed in undershirt (stained, of course) (and with cigarette holes)
64 days and nights in that place, chemotherapy, antibiotics, blood running into the catheter. leukemia.