#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
There were times when Frank and I were friendly with Chuck, Eddie and Gene. But something would always happen (usually I caused it) and then I would be out, and Frank would be partly ou...
Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.
I heard it first while screwing a… who had the biggest box in Scranton. I listened to it again as I wrote… to my mother
Bach, I said, he had 20 children. he played the horses during the da… he f—ed at night and drank in the mornings. he wrote music in between.
at exactly 12:00 midnight 1973-74 Los Angeles it began to rain on the palm leaves outside my window
I was glad I had money in the Sav… Friday afternoon hungover I didn’t have a job I was glad I had money in the Sav… I didn’t know how to play a guitar
the ladies of summer will die like… and the lie the ladies of summer will love so long as the price is not forever
Cecelia sat and watched us drink. I could see that I repulsed her. I ate meat. I had no god. I liked to fuck. Nature didn’t interest me. I never voted. I liked wars. Outer space bored m...
I’m not going to die easy; I’ve sat on your suicide beds in some of the worst holes in America,
On the elevator up, I was the only white man there. It seemed strange. They talked about the riots, not looking at me. “Jesus,” said a coal black guy, "it’s really something. These guys...
Born like this Into this As the chalk faces smile As Mrs. Death laughs As the elevators break
I got back, made love to Lydia several times, got in a fight with her, and left L. A. International late one morning to give a reading in Arkansas. I was lucky enough to have a seat by ...
cleaned my place the other day first time in ten years and found 100 rejected poems: fastened them all to a clipboard much bad reading.
little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won’t flinch and
around 2 a.m. in my small room after turning off the poem machine for now