#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
That evening the phone rang. It was Mercedes. I had met her after giving a poetry reading at Venice Beach. She was about 28, fair body, pretty good legs, a blonde about 5~feet-5, a blue...
a woman told a man when he got off a plane that I was dead. a magazine printed the fact that I was dead
But there were some good moments. My sometime friend from the neighborhood, Gene, who was a year older than I, had a buddy, Harry Gibson, who had had one professional fight (he’d lost)....
the cops want me to come down and… some guy who tried to rape me. I’ve lost the key to my car again;… the key to open the door but not t… to start it.
my daughter is most glorious. we are eating a takeout snack in my car in Santa Monica.
Cleo’s going to make it now she’s got her shit together she split with Barney Barney wasn’t good for her she got a bigger apartment
at the hospital that I have been going to the nurses seem overweight. they are bulky in their
was much easier to be a genius in… only 3 or 4 literary magazines and… or 5 times you could end up in Ger… you could possibly meet Picasso fo… maybe only Miró.
what i liked about e.e. cummings was that he cut away from the holiness of the word and with charm
often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink,
yes, they begin out in a willow, I… the starch mountains begin out in… and keep right on going without re… pumas and nectarines somehow these mountains are like
red face Texas and age he’s at an L.A. racetrack
Markov claims I am trying to stab his soul but I’d prefer his wife. put my feet on the coffee table and he says,
the motion of the human heart: strangled over Missouri; sheathed in hot wax in Boston; burned like a potato in Norfolk; lost in the Allegheny Mountains;
since my last name was Fuch, he sa… believe the school yard was tough:… powder down my neck, threw gravel… with rubber bands in class, and ou… me names, well, one name mainly, o…