#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
a girlfriend came in built me a bed scrubbed and waxed the kitchen flo… scrubbed the walls vacuumed
The rainy season began. Most of the money went for drink so my shoes had holes in the soles and my raincoat was torn and old. In any steady downpour I got quite wet, and I mean wet-down...
my mother knocked on my rooming-ho… and came in looked in the dresser drawer: Henry you don’t have any clean stockings?
Tammie came by that night. She appeared to be high on uppers. “I want some champagne,” she said. Then the phone rang. It was Lydia. “I just wondered how you were doing. ...” “You know D...
see this poem? was written without drinking. don’t need to drink to write.
“you know,” she said, “you were at the bar so you didn’t see but I danced with this guy. we danced and we danced close.
after the slaughter house there was a bar around the corner and I sat in there and watched the sun go down through the window,
I went up to Tammie’s place with my cardboard cartons. First I got the items she mentioned. Then I found other things—other dresses and blouses, shoes, an iron, a hair dryer, Dancy’s cl...
the wind blows hard to night and it’s a cold wind and I think about the boys on the row. hope some of them have a bottle
I’m big I suppose that’s why my women alwa… small but this 6 foot goddess who deals in real estate
he walks up to my Volks after I have parked and rocks it back and forth grinning around his
places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you… that?
it beats love because there aren’t… wounds: in the morning she turns on the radio, Brahms or… or Stravinsky or Mozart. she boil… eggs counting the seconds out loud…
the boys come up the boys climb up the brown pole as the waterheater gurgles in Spanish
my mother, father and I walked to the market once a week for our government relief food: cans of beans, cans of