#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
this is my piano. the phone rings and people ask, what are you doing? how about getting drunk with us? and I say,
Go to Tibet. Ride a camel. Read the Bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a Beard.
here I’m supposed to be a great po… and I’m sleepy in the afternoon here I am aware of death like a gi… charging at me and I’m sleepy in the afternoon
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and nothing.
I’ll settle for the 6 horse on a rainy afternoon a paper cup of coffee in my hand a little way to go,
what’s bad about all this is watching people drinking coffee and waiting. I would
My drinking slowed down the next week. I went to the racetrack to get fresh air and sunshine and plenty of walking. At night I drank, wondering why I was still alive, how the scheme wor...
The ultra-violet ray machine clicked off. I had been treated on both sides. I took off the goggles and began to dress. Miss Ackerman walked in. “Not yet,” she said, “keep your clothes o...
Fay was pregnant. But it didn’t change her and it didn’t change the post office either. The same clerks did all the work while the miscellaneous crew stood around and argued about sport...
she writes continually like a long nozzle spraying the air,
I am hung by a nail the sun melts my heart I am cousin to the snake
sitting on a 2nd-floor porch at 1:… while looking out over the city. could be worse. we needn’t accomplish great things…
the lady has me temporarily off th… and now the pecker stands up better. however, things change overnight— instead of listening to Shostakovi…
I got his ashes, she said, and I… out to sea and I scattered his ash… they didn’t even look like ashes and the urn was weighted with
the words have come and gone, I sit ill. the phone rings, the cats sleep. Linda vacuums. I am waiting to live,