#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
That night I managed to get 2 or 3 drinks into Cecelia. She forgot herself and crossed her legs high and I saw some good heavy flank. Durable. A cow of a woman, cow’s breasts, cow’s eye...
One night my father took me on his milk route. There were no longer any horsedrawn wagons. The milk trucks now had engines. After loading up at the milk company we drove off on his rout...
It was a Wednesday night, 12:30 am and I was very sick. My stomach was raw, but I managed to hold down a few beers. Tammie was with me and she seemed sympathetic. Dancy was at her grand...
after the slaughter house there was a bar around the corner and I sat in there and watched the sun go down through the window,
To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine— just a lightbulb
once we were young at this machine. . . drinking
The baby was crawling, discovering the world. Marina slept in bed with us at night. There was Marina, Fay, the cat and myself. The cat slept on the bed too. Look here, I thought, I have...
around 2 a.m. in my small room after turning off the poem machine for now
we are always asked to understand the other person’s viewpoint no matter how out—dated
when Whitman wrote, “I sing the b… I know what he meant I know what he wanted:
sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;
kool enough to die but not kill I take my doctor’s green pill drink tea as the sharks swim through vases o…
I can’t have it and you can’t have it and we won’t get it so don’t bet on it
they get up on their garage roof both of them 80 or 90 years old standing on the slant she wanting to fall really all the way
ah, Merryman, fighter on the docks, killed a man while they were unloa… bananas. mean the man he killed