#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I have lain in bed all day but I have written one poem and I am up now looking out the window and like a novelist might say
this one always arrives at the wrong time a basically good sort I suppose an honest man
yesterday drunken Alice gave me a jar of fig jam and today she whistles
they laugh continually even when a board falls down and destroys a face or distorts a
So I took the exam, passed it, took the physical, passed it, and there I was—a substitute mail carrier. It began easy. I was sent to West Avon Station and it was just like Christmas exc...
On the elevator up, I was the only white man there. It seemed strange. They talked about the riots, not looking at me. “Jesus,” said a coal black guy, "it’s really something. These guys...
the balance is preserved by the sn… the Santa Monica cliffs; the luck is in walking down Wester… and having the girls in a massage parlor holler at you, “Hello, Swe…
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
the best often die by their own ha… just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody
Abe Mortenson was had enough to be around but he was just a fool. You can forgive a fool because he only runs in one direction and doesn’t deceive anybody. It’s the deceivers who make y...
my daughter is most glorious. we are eating a takeout snack in my car in Santa Monica.
it is not very good to not get through whether it’s the wall the human mind
It was a Wednesday night, 12:30 am and I was very sick. My stomach was raw, but I managed to hold down a few beers. Tammie was with me and she seemed sympathetic. Dancy was at her grand...
think of the beds used again and again to fuck in to die in. in this land