#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
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
my doctor has just come into his o… from surgery. he meets me in the men’s john. “God damn,” he says to me, “where did you find her? oh, I jus…
here they come these guys grey truck radio playing they are in a hurry
I was always a natural slob I liked to lay upon the bed in undershirt (stained, of course) (and with cigarette holes)
out of the arms of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on th… by a lady who smokes pot writes songs and stories,
I remember the Model-T. Sitting high, the running boards seemed friendly, and on cold days, in the mornings, and often at other times, my father had to fit the hand-crank into the front...
half drunk I left her place her warm blankets and I was hungover didn’t even know what town
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…
It was 3 or 4 days before I had to fly to Houston to give a reading. I went to the track, drank at the track, and afterwards I went to a bar on Hollywood Boulevard. I went home at 9 or ...
I got up for a glass of water and as I walked into the kitchen I saw Picasso walk up to Joyce and lick her ankle. I was barefooted and she didn’t hear me. She had on high heels. She loo...
I’ve always had trouble with money. this one place I worked everybody ate hot dogs and potato chips
she was in her orange Volks waitin… as I walked up the street with 2 six packs and a pint of sco… and she jumped out and began grabbing the beerbottles…
red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”
3 small boys run toward me blowing whistles and they scream you’re under arrest! you’re drunk!
Phillipe ’s is an old time cafe off Alameda street just a little north and east of the main post office. Phillipe’s opens at 5 a.m.