#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
he hooked to the body hard took it well and loved to fight had seven in a row and a small fle… over one eye,
I am hung by a nail the sun melts my heart I am cousin to the snake
live alone in a small room and read the newspapers and sleep alone in the dark dreaming of crowds.
this Friday night the Mexican girls at the Catholic… look especially good their husbands are in the bars and the Mexican girls look young
in the earliest possible day in the blue-headed noon I will telegraph you a boney hand decorated with
After dinner we came back and we talked. She was a health food addict and didn’t eat meat except for chicken and fish. It certainly worked for her. “Hank,” she said, “tomorrow I’m going...
my mother knocked on my rooming-ho… and came in looked in the dresser drawer: Henry you don’t have any clean stockings?
suppose like others have come through fire and sword, love gone wrong, head-on crashes, drunk at sea, and I have listened to the simple…
he said, “I was working in Hollyw… working in Hollywood and he was the worst: he was too drunk to sta… end of the afternoon and so I had… into a taxi
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of sweat on the table
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…
her shoes themselves would light my room like many candles. she walks like all things shining on glass,
majestic, magic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—
drunk and writing poems at 3 a.m. what counts now is one more tight
When I awakened a few hours later, Tanya was not in the bed. It was only 9 am. I found her sitting on the couch drinking out of a pint of whiskey. “I always get up at noon. We’re going ...