#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
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
in the hospitals and jails it’s the worst in madhouses it’s the worst in penthouses
long ago he edited a little magazi… was up in San Francisco during the beat era during the reading-poetry-with-jaz… and I remember him because he neve…
I have a saying, “the tough ones a… back.” but Vera was kinder than most, and so I was surprised when she arrived that night
for five years I have been looking across the way at the side of a red apartment hou… there must be people in there even love in there
the house next door makes me sad. both man and wife rise early and go to work. they arrive home in early evening.
when I look back now at the abuse I took from her I feel shame that I was so innocent,
my goldfish stares with watery eye… into the hemisphere of my sorrow; upon the thinnest of threads we hang together, hang hang hang
—he’s a dandy —small moustache —usually sucking on a cigar he tends to lean into cars as he transacts business
sitting in a dark bedroom with 3 j… female. brown paper bags filled with trash… everywhere. is one-thirty in the afternoon.
here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in dra… here comes nothing to do all day l… here comes another night of no sle… here comes the phone wringing the…
we are always asked to understand the other person’s viewpoint no matter how out—dated
like the fox run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth
some people never go crazy. me, sometimes I’ll lie down behind… for 3 or 4 days. they’ll find me there. it’s Cherub, they’ll say, and
drunk on the dark streets of some… it’s night, you’re lost, where’s y… room? you enter a bar to find yourself, order scotch and water.