#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
here they come these guys grey truck radio playing they are in a hurry
Beowulf may have killed Grendel a… Grendel’s mother but he couldn’t kill this one:
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and nothing.
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
during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores
my grandfather was a tall German with a strange smell on his breath… he stood very straight in front of his small house and his wife hated him
Dee Dee had to pick up her son at the airport. He was coming home from England for his vacation. He was 17, she told me, and his father was an ex-concert pianist. But he’d fallen for sp...
I had to take a shit but instead I went into this shop to have a key made. the woman was dressed
One night my father took me on his milk route. There were no longer any horsedrawn wagons. The milk trucks now had engines. After loading up at the milk company we drove off on his rout...
this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias
cleaned my place the other day first time in ten years and found 100 rejected poems: fastened them all to a clipboard much bad reading.
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul, and the women break
naked along the side of the house, 8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oil over my body, Jesus, have I come to this? I once battled in dark alleys for…
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce-pickers of Salinas?
the final curtain on one of the lo… musicals ever, some people claim t… seen it over one hundred times. I saw it on the tv news, that fina… flowers, cheers, tears, a thundero…