#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I wait on life like a pregnancy, p… the gut but all I hear now is the piano slamming its teeth throu… brain
they took my man off the street the other day he wore an L.A. Rams sweatshirt w… the sleeves cut off
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...
what i liked about e.e. cummings was that he cut away from the holiness of the word and with charm
We came in low over Kansas City, the pilot said the temperature was 20 degrees, and there I was in my thin California sports coat and shirt, lightweight pants, summer stockings, and hol...
it is like this when you slip down, done like a wound-up victrola (you remember those?) and you go downtown
as the poems go into the thousands… realize that you’ve created very little. it comes down to the rain, the sun… the traffic, the nights and the da…
no one is sorry I am leaving, not even I; but there should be a minstrel or at least a glass of wine. bothers the young most, I think:
I have been hanging here headless for so long that the body has forgotten
schoolgirls in pantyhose sitting on bus stop benches looking tired at 13 with their raspberry lipstick. it’s hot in the sun
I keep thinking it will be outside now waiting for me blue front bumper twisted
—he’s a dandy —small moustache —usually sucking on a cigar he tends to lean into cars as he transacts business
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...
the dead dogs of nowhere bark as you approach another traffic accident. cars one standing on its
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