#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
are we going to the movies or not? she asked him. all right, he said, let’s go. I’m not going to put any pan ties… so you can finger-fuck me in the
Go to Tibet. Ride a camel. Read the Bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a Beard.
this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with newspapers stuffed into
all I’ve ever known are whores, ex… madwomen. I see men with quiet, gentle women—I see them in the sup… I see them walking down the street… I see them in their apartments: pe…
I have been hanging here headless for so long that the body has forgotten
here I am in the ground my mouth open and
escape from the black widow spider is a miracle as great as art. what a web she can weave slowly drawing you to her she’ll embrace you
Each night as I got ready to go on in, Joyce had my clothing laid out on the bed. Everything was the most expensive money could buy. I never wore the same pair of pants, the same shirt,...
at exactly 12:00 midnight 1973-74 Los Angeles it began to rain on the palm leaves outside my window
I saw Sara every three or four days, at her place or at mine. We slept together but there was no sex. We came close but we never quite got to it. Drayer Baba’s precepts held strong. We ...
I took my girlfriend to your last poetry reading, she said “yes”, “yes?” I asked. "she`s young and pretty",
sometimes after you get your ass kicked real good by the forces you often wish you were a crane standing on one leg in blue water
The guide took us all over the building. There were so many of us that they had to break us up into groups. We used the elevator in shifts. We were shown the employee’s cafeteria, the b...
she bent over the side of the bed and opened the portfolio along the side of the wall. we were drinking. she said, “you promised me these
when I look back now at the abuse I took from her I feel shame that I was so innocent,