#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
drunk on the dark streets of some… it’s night, you’re lost, where’s y… room? you enter a bar to find yourself, order scotch and water.
Born like this Into this As the chalk faces smile As Mrs. Death laughs As the elevators break
bet on #6, I try red, I stare at… wonder what Chekhov would do, and… blue plates sit eating the carnage… and look very much like Russians a… my left tit and try to smile like…
you’ve got to fuck a great many wo… beautiful women and write a few decent love poems. and don’t worry about age and/or freshly-arrived talents.
the other day I’m out at the track betting Early Bird that’s when you bet at the track before it opens)
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce— pickers of Salinas?
Then some men came around and ripped out every other water– fountain. “Hey, look, what the hell are they doing?” I asked. I was in the 3rd class flat section. I walked over to another c...
murdered in the alleys of the land frost-bitten against flagpoles pawned by females educated in the dark for the dark vomiting into plugged toilets
he’s a runt he snarls and scratches chases cars groans in his sleep and has a perfect star above each…
it is justified all dying is justified all killing all death all passing, nothing is in vain
the schoolyard was a horror show:… freaks the beatings up against the wire f… our schoolmates watching glad that they were not the victim…
a poem is a city filled with stree… filled with saints, heroes, beggar… filled with banality and booze, filled with rain and thunder and p… drought, a poem is a city at war,
in the hospitals and jails it’s the worst in madhouses it’s the worst in penthouses
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...
he spoke to mice and sparrows and his hair was white at the age… his father beat him every day and… lit candles in the church. his grandmother came while the boy…