#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
in the center of the action you have to lay down like an anima… until it charges, you have to lay down
welcome to my wormy hell. the music grinds off-key. fish eyes watch from the wall. this is where the last happy shot… fired.
murder the roaches spit out paper clips and the helicopter circles and cir… smelling for blood
he buys 5 cars a month, details th… them out, then resells them at a profit of one or… he has a nice Jewish wife and he t… bangs her until the walls shake.
the critics now have me drinking champagne and driving a BMW and also married to a socialite from
I could see the road ahead of me. I was poor and I was going to stay poor. But I didn’t particularly want money. I didn’t know what I wanted. Yes, I did. I wanted someplace to hide out,...
Some say we should keep personal r… poem, stay abstract, and there is some r… but jezus; twelve poems gone and I don’t keep…
The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry? it seems they want more, it seems almost as if they are angry
It was another Sunday that we got into the Model-T in search of my Uncle John. “He has no ambition,” said my father. “I don’t see how he can hold his god-damned head up and look people ...
the old L.A. Public Library burn… down that library downtown and with it went large part of my
Cleo’s going to make it now she’s got her shit together she split with Barney Barney wasn’t good for her she got a bigger apartment
they go on writing pumping out poems— young boys and college professors wives who drink wine all afternoon while their husbands work,
the kid went back to New York Cit… he met in a kibbutz. he left his mother at the age of 32, a well-kept fellow, sense of h… wore the same pair of shorts
he walks up to my Volks after I have parked and rocks it back and forth grinning around his
the strong men the muscle men there they sit down at the beach cocoa tans