#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
“Be quiet. Don’t wake Dancy. She’s my daughter. She’s 6 years I had a 6-pack of beer. Tammie put it in the refrigerator and came out with two bottles. “My daughter mustn’t see anything....
drinking 15 dollar champagne— Cordon Rouge—with the hookers. one is named Georgia and she doesn’t like pantyhose: I keep helping her pull up
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…
I keep thinking it will be outside now waiting for me blue front bumper twisted
I know that some night in some bedroom soon my fingers will rift
16 and one-half inch neck 68 years old lifts weights body like a young
feet of cheese coffeepot soul hands that hate poolsticks eyes like paperclips I prefer red wine
Vallejo writing about loneliness while starving to death; Van Gogh’s ear rejected by a whore;
the lady has me temporarily off th… and now the pecker stands up better. however, things change overnight— instead of listening to Shostakovi…
kool enough to die but not kill I take my doctor’s green pill drink tea as the sharks swim through vases o…
the telephone has not been kind of… of late there have been more and m… from people who want to come over… from people who are depressed from people who are lonely
she wore a platinum blond wig and her face was rouged and powder… and she put the lipstick on making a huge painted mouth and her neck was wrinkled
the German hotel was very strange… double doors to the rooms, very th… looked the park and the vasser ter… it was usually too late for breakf… would be everywhere changing sheet…
absolutely sesamoid said the skeleton shoving his chalky foot upon my desk, and that was it,
here I am in the ground my mouth open and