#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
in the winter walking on my ceiling my eyes the size of street… I have 4 feet like a mouse but wash my own underwear—bearded and hungover and a hard-on and no lawy…
what’s bad about all this is watching people drinking coffee and waiting. I would
Joyce found a job with the county, the county Police Department, of all things. I was living with a cop! But at least it was during the day, which gave me a little rest from those fondl...
I suppose it’s raining in some Sp… while I’m feeling bad like this; I’d like to think so now.
live alone in a small room and read the newspapers and sleep alone in the dark dreaming of crowds.
she was sitting in the window of room 1010 at the Chelsea in New York, Janis Joplin’s old room. it was 104 degrees
big black beard tells me that I don’t feel terror I look at him
We had a 3:30 pm flight out of Los Angeles that Saturday. At 2 pm I went up and knocked on Tammie’s door. She wasn’t there. I want back to my place and sat down. The phone rang. It was ...
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
she wrote me for years. “I’m drinking wine in the kitchen. it’s raining outside. the children are in school.” she was an average citizen
Two nights later I went over to Tammie’s place on Rustic Court. I knocked. The lights weren’t on. It seemed empty. I looked in her mailbox. There were letters in there. I wrote a note, ...
once we were young at this machine. . . drinking
and so we suck on a cigar and a beer attempting to mend the love
I began at 6:18 p.m. and Dave Janko did not begin until 10:36 p.m., so it could have been worse. Having a 10:06 thirty minute lunch, I was usually back by the time he got in. In he’d co...
has been going on for some time. there is this young waitress where… at the racetrack. how are you doing today?” she asks… winning pretty good,” I reply.