#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I’m not going to die easy; I’ve sat on your suicide beds in some of the worst holes in America,
I don’t know how many bottles of b… I have consumed while waiting for… to get better. I don’t know how much wine and whi… and beer
blue fish, the blue night, a blue… everything is blue. and my cats are blue: blue fur, bl… blue whiskers, blue eyes. my bed lamp shines
A month went by. R.A. Dwight, the editor of Dogbite Press wrote and asked me to do a foreword to Keesing’s Selected Poems. Keesing, with the help of his death, was at last going to get ...
between 2 and 5 p.m. any day and a… Wednesday, it’s 20% off for us old dogs approaching the sunset… it’s strange to be old and not fee… old
see this final storm as nothing ve… the world; there are so many more important t… consider. see this final storm as nothing ve…
you’ve got to fuck a great many wo… beautiful women and write a few decent love poems. and don’t worry about age and/or freshly-arrived talents.
it’s the same as before or the other time or the time before that. here’s a cock and here’s a cunt
the telephone has not been kind of… of late there have been more and m… from people who want to come over… from people who are depressed from people who are lonely
she’s up seeing my doctor trying to get some diet pills; she’s not fat, she needs the speed… I go down to the nearest bar and w… at 3:30 in the afternoon of a tues…
I used to hold my social security… up in the air, he told me, but I was so small they couldn’t see it,
these things that we support most… have nothing to do with up, and we do with them out of boredom or fear or money or cracked intelligence;
Bobby and Valerie came by and I introduced everybody around. “Valerie and I are going to take a vacation and rent rooms by the seashore in Manhattan Beach,” said Bobby. “Why don’t you g...
look there. the one you considered killing you… for. you saw her the other day getting out of her car
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,…