#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
“she shoots up in the neck,” she t… me. I told her to stick it into my ass and she tried and said, “oh oh… and I said, “what the hell’s the m… she said, “nothing, this is New Y…
the telephone has not been kind of… of late there have been more and m… from people who want to come over… from people who are depressed from people who are lonely
in the men’s room at the track this boy of about 7 or 8 years old came out of a stall
the mockingbird had been following… all summer mocking mocking mocking teasing and cocksure; the cat crawled under rockers on p…
between 2 and 5 p.m. any day and a… Wednesday, it’s 20% off for us old dogs approaching the sunset… it’s strange to be old and not fee… old
her shoes themselves would light my room like many candles. she walks like all things shining on glass,
awaken at 11:30 a.m. get into my chinos and a clean gre… open a Miller’s, and nothing in the mailbox but the Berkeley Tribe
which reminds me I shacked with Jane for 7 years she was a drunk I loved her my parents hated her
I can see myself now after all these suicide days and n… being wheeled out of one of those… (of course, this is only if I get… by a subnormal and bored nurse
kool enough to die but not kill I take my doctor’s green pill drink tea as the sharks swim through vases o…
it beats love because there aren’t… wounds: in the morning she turns on the radio, Brahms or… or Stravinsky or Mozart. she boil… eggs counting the seconds out loud…
We came in low over Kansas City, the pilot said the temperature was 20 degrees, and there I was in my thin California sports coat and shirt, lightweight pants, summer stockings, and hol...
dame some dogs who sleep at night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh
the branches break, the birds fall… the whores stand straight, the bombs stack, evening, morning, night, peanutbutter,
re-reading some of Fante’s The Wine of Youth in bed this mid-afternoon my big cat