#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I even hear the mountains the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the water the fish cry
Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.
I took the envelope home to my mother and handed it to her and walked into the bedroom. My bedroom. The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even ...
this is important enough: to get your feelings down, it is better than shaving or cooking beans with garlic. it is the little we can do
the pleasures of the damned are limited to brief moments of happiness: like the eyes in the look of a dog… like a square of wax,
and the subnormal. all through grammar school junior high high school junior college
she’s from Texas and weighs 103 pounds and stands before the mirror combing oceans of reddish hair
around 2 a.m. in my small room after turning off the poem machine for now
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
I stop my car at the signal I see her walking past the graveya… as she walks past the iron fence I can see through the iron fence and I see the headstones
After dinner or lunch or whatever it was—with my crazy 12 hour night I was no longer sure what was what—I said, "Look, baby, I’m sorry, but don’t you realize that this job is driving me...
The reading in Vancouver went through, $500 plus air fare and lodging. The sponsor, Bart Mcintosh, was nervous about crossing the border. I was to fly to Seattle, he’d meet me there and...
My mother went to her low-paying job each morning and my father, who didn’t have a job, left each morning too. Although most of the neighbors were unemployed he didn’t want them to thin...
swans die in the Spring too and there it floated dead on a Sunday sideways circling in the current
We are like roses that have never… bloom when we should have bloomed… it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting