#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
drunk and writing poems at 3 a.m. what counts now is one more tight
screen like a burglar to take your… the snake had crawled the hole, and she said, tell me about yourself.
the 3 horse clipped the heels of the 7, they both went down and the 9 stumbled over them, jocks rolling, horses’ legs flung skyward.
now more and more all these people running around wearing the American Flag Shirt and it was more or less once assum… think but I’m not sure)
I met an old drunk on the street one afternoon. I used to know him from the days with Betty when we made the rounds of the bars. He told me that he was now a postal clerk and that there...
One morning a few days later I entered Lydia’s courtyard as she was walking in from the alley. She had been over to see her friend Tina who lived in an apartment house on the corner. Sh...
there are these small cliffs above the sea and it is night, late night; I have been unable to sleep, and with my car above me
I don’t know how it happens to people. I had child support, need for something to drink, rent, shoes, shirts, socks, all that stuff. Like everyone else I needed an old car, something to...
I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot
smoking a cigarette and noting a m… flattened out against the wall and died as organ music from centuries back… my black radio
I’ll settle for the 6 horse on a rainy afternoon a paper cup of coffee in my hand a little way to go,
he talks like he writes and he has a face like a dove, unt… externals. little shiver of horror runs throu… about
the virus holds the concepts give way like rotten shoelaces toothache and bacon dance on the lawn
I went to my place, started drinking. I snapped on the radio and found some classical music. I got my Coleman lantern out of the closet. I turned out the lights and sat playing with the...
majestic, majic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—