#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Upon awakening I got up and used Joanna’s toothbrush, drank a couple of glasses of water, washed my hands and face and got back into bed. Joanna turned around and my mouth found hers. M...
stew at noon, my dear; and look: the ants, the sawdust, the mica plants, the shadows of banks like bad jokes; do you think we’ll hear
she bent over the side of the bed and opened the portfolio along the side of the wall. we were drinking. she said, “you promised me these
I saw her when I was in the left… going east on Sunset. she was sitting with her legs crossed reading a paperback.
I was editing a little magazine at the time, The Laxative Approach. I had two co-editors and we felt that we were printing the best poets of our time. Also some of the other kind. One o...
Back at Chelsey High it was the same. One group of seniors had graduated but they were replaced by another group of seniors with sports cars and expensive clothes. I was never confronte...
Tammie came by that night. She appeared to be high on uppers. “I want some champagne,” she said. Then the phone rang. It was Lydia. “I just wondered how you were doing. ...” “You know D...
sometimes I forget about him and h… innocence, almost idiotic, awkward… he liked walking over bridges and… to night I think about him, the wa… one felt space between his lines,…
looking out the window smoking rolled cigarettes drinking Sanka and watching the workers come on in
turmoil is the god madness is the god permanent living peace is permanent living death. agony can kill
the night I was going to die I was sweating on the bed and I could hear the crickets and there was a cat fight outside and I could feel my soul dropping…
the branches break, the birds fall… the whores stand straight, the bombs stack, evening, morning, night, peanutbutter,
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end o… of wine, I have typed from a dozen… poesy an old man maddened for the flesh of young gi…
Four or five days passed. The phone rang. It was Tammie. “Listen, Hank. You know that little bridge you cross in your car when you drive to my mother’s place?” “Well, right by there the...
my mother, father and I walked to the market once a week for our government relief food: cans of beans, cans of