#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I stop my car at the signal I see her walking past the graveya… as she walks past the iron fence I can see through the iron fence and I see the headstones
Tony phoned and told me that Jan had left him but that he was a… helped him he said to think about… like D. H. Lawrence pissed off with life in general bu…
there waas a rock-and-mud slide on the Pacific Coast Highway and… detour and they directed us up int… and traffic was slow and it was ho… we were lost.
the blazing shark wants my balls as I walk through the meat section looking for salami and cheese purple housewives
which reminds me I shacked with Jane for 7 years she was a drunk I loved her my parents hated her
sitting with the professors we talk about Allen Tate and John Crow Ransom the rugs are clean and the coffeetables shine
Each night as I got ready to go on in, Joyce had my clothing laid out on the bed. Everything was the most expensive money could buy. I never wore the same pair of pants, the same shirt,...
I have seen an old man around town… carrying an enormous pack. he uses a walking stick and moves up and down the streets with this pack strapped to his bac…
I cross the room to the last wall the last window the last pink sun with its arms around the world
drinking German beer and trying to come up with the immortal poem at 5 p.m. in the afternoon. but, ah, I’ve told the
this fear of being what they are: dead. at least they are not out on the s… are careful to stay indoors, those pasty mad who sit alone before the…
Born like this Into this As the chalk faces smile As Mrs. Death laughs As the elevators break
when I was in grammar school my parents were poor and in my lunch bag there was only a peanut butter sandwich.
I cut the middle fingernail of the… finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt
Back in L.A., there was almost a week of peace. Then the phone rang. It was the owner of a Manhattan Beach nightclub, Marty Seavers. I had read there a couple of times before. The club ...