#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
In bed I had something in front o… “Sorry, baby,” I said. Then I ro… Then something awakened me. It wa… “Go, baby, go!” I told her. I arched my back now and then. Sh…
the guy in the front court can’t speak English, he’s Greek, a rather stupid-looking and fairly ugly man. now my landlord does some painting…
I am in this low—slung sports car painted a deep, rich yellow driving under an Italian sun. I have a British accent. I’m wearing dark shades
bet on #6, I try red, I stare at… wonder what Chekhov would do, and… blue plates sit eating the carnage… and look very much like Russians a… my left tit and try to smile like…
twitching in the sheets— to face the sunlight again, that’s clearly trouble. I like the city better when the
like in a chair the color of the s… as you listen to lazy piano music and the aircraft overhead are not at war. where the last drink is as good as
at one stage in my life I met a man who claimed to have visited Pound at St. Elizabeths. then I met a woman who not only claimed to have visited
the ladies of summer will die like… and the lie the ladies of summer will love so long as the price is not forever
the cockroach crouched against the tile while I was pissing and as I turned my head he hauled his butt
I’ll settle for the 6 horse on a rainy afternoon a paper cup of coffee in my hand a little way to go,
Long walks at night— that’s what good for the soul: peeking into windows watching tired housewives trying to fight off
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce-pickers of Salinas?
of course, I may die in the next t… and I’m ready for that but what I’m really worried about… that my editor—publisher might ret… even though he is ten years younge…
drinking German beer and trying to come up with the immortal poem at 5 p.m. in the afternoon. but, ah, I’ve told the
rose red sunlight; take it apart in the garage like a puzzle: