#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
There was this place. It stretched over the sea, it was built over the sea. An old place, but with a touch of class. We got a room on the first floor. You could hear the ocean running d...
I met her somehow through correspo… and she began sending me very sexy… and this being mixed in with a min… confused me somewhat and I got in… through the mountains and valleys…
the lilies storm my brain by god by god like nazi storm troopers! do you think I’m going tizzy?
this is important enough: to get your feelings down, it is better than shaving or cooking beans with garlic. it is the little we can do
too much too little too fat too thin or nobody.
He hinted at times that I was a bastard and I told him to listen to Brahms, and I told him to learn to paint and drink and not be dominated by women and dollars but he screamed at me, F...
I drank for the next week. I drank night and day and wrote 25 or 30 mournful poems about lost love. It was Friday night when the phone rang. It was Mercedes. “I got married,” she said, ...
Bobby and Valerie came by and I introduced everybody around. “Valerie and I are going to take a vacation and rent rooms by the seashore in Manhattan Beach,” said Bobby. “Why don’t you g...
Shirley came to town with a broken… and met the Chicano who smoked long slim cigars and they got a place together on Beacon street
having the low down blues and goin… into a restraunt to eat. you sit at a table. the waitress smiles at you. she’s dumpy. her ass is too big.
they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it all is.
I used to take the back off the telephone and stuff it with ra… and when somebody knocked I wouldn’t answer and if they pers… I’d tell them in terms vulgar
takes lot of desperation dissatisfaction and
in the earliest possible day in the blue-headed noon I will telegraph you a boney hand decorated with
I am driving down Wilton Avenue when this girl of about 15 dressed in tight blue jeans that grip her behind like two hand… steps out in front of my car