#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
at exactly 12:00 midnight 1973-74 Los Angeles it began to rain on the palm leaves outside my window
are more beautiful than movie stars and they lounge on the lawn sunbathing
was a truly amazing man he pretended to be rich even though we lived on beans and… when we sat down to eat, he said,
up in northern California he stood in the pulpit and had been reading for some time he had been reading poems about nature and the goodness
red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”
I get many phonecalls now. They are all alike. “are you Charles Bukowski, the writer?” “yes,” I tell them.
monkey feet small and blue walking toward you as the back of a building falls of… and an airplane chews the white sk…
On Thanksgiving Iris prepared the turkey and put it in the oven. Bobby and Valerie came over for a few drinks but they didn’t stay. It was refreshing. Iris had on another dress, just as...
we like to shower afterwards (I like the water hotter than she) and her face is always soft and pe… and she’ll wash me first spread the soap over my balls
lonely as a dry and used orchard spread over the earth for use and surrender. shot down like an ex—pug selling dailies on the corner.
this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias
I wait on life like a pregnancy, p… the gut but all I hear now is the piano slamming its teeth throu… brain
the girls were young and worked the streets but often couldn’t score, they
first of all, I had a hard time, a… locating the parking lot for the b… wasn’t off the main boulevard wher… the cars all driven by merciless k… were doing 55 mph in a 25 mph zone…
too much too little too fat too thin or nobody.