#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...
lonely as a dry and used orchard spread over the earth for use and surrender. shot down like an ex—pug selling dailies on the corner.
we like to shower afterwards (I like the water hotter than she) and her face is always soft and pe… and she’ll wash me first spread the soap over my balls
Within a day or two, about 1 pm in the afternoon there was a knock at my door. It was a painter, Monty Riff, or so he informed me. He also told me that I used to get drunk with him when...
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
You had to fill out more papers to get out than to get in. The first page they gave you was a personalized mimeo affair from the postmaster of the city. It began: “I am sorry you are te...
if I suffer at this typewriter think how I’d feel among the lettuce-pickers of Salinas?
at the track today, Father’s Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a
she’s from Texas and weighs 103 pounds and stands before the mirror combing oceans of reddish hair
the cockroach crouched against the tile while I was pissing and as I turned my head he hauled his butt
my father always said, “early to b… early to rise makes a man healthy,… and wise.” it was lights out at 8 p.m. in our… and we were up at dawn to the smel…
red face Texas and age he’s at an L.A. racetrack
I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train
once starving in Philadelphia I had a small room it was evening going into night and I stood at my window on the 3r…
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)....