#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot
I took my girlfriend to your last poetry reading, she said “yes”, “yes?” I asked. "she`s young and pretty",
Of all the guys left in the neighborhood, Frank was the nicest. We got to be friends, we got to going around together, we didn’t need the other guys much. They had more or less kicked F...
Graduation Day. We filed in with our caps and gowns to “Pomp and Circumstance.” I suppose that in our three years we must have learned something. Our ability to spell had probably impro...
Thanks for the good letter. I don’t think it hurts, sometimes, to remember where you came from. You know the places where I came from. Even the people who try to write about that or mak...
I feel gypped by dunces as if reality were the property of little men with luck and a headstart, and I sit in the cold
stew at noon, my dear; and look: the ants, the sawdust, the mica plants, the shadows of banks like bad jokes; do you think we’ll hear
once we were young at this machine. . . drinking
At Mt. Justin, biology class was neat. We had Mr. Stanhope for our teacher. He was an old guy about 55 and we pretty much dominated him. Lilly Fischman was in the class and she was real...
Sara was preparing the turkey dressing and I sat in the kitchen talking to her. We were both sipping white wine. The phone rang. I went and got it. It was Debra. “I just wanted to wish ...
my mother knocked on my rooming-ho… and came in looked in the dresser drawer: Henry you don’t have any clean stockings?
shot in the eye shot in the brain shot in the ass shot like a flower in the dance amazing how death wins hands down
sleepy now at 4 a.m. hear the siren of a white ambulance,
I saw her when I was in the left… going east on Sunset. she was sitting with her legs crossed reading a paperback.
there is always that space there just before they get to us that space that fine relaxer the breather