#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
in grievous deity my cat walks around he walks around and around with electric tail and
drunk and writing poems at 3 a.m. what counts now is one more tight
I used to hold my social security… up in the air, he told me, but I was so small they couldn’t see it,
a poem is a city filled with stree… filled with saints, heroes, beggar… filled with banality and booze, filled with rain and thunder and p… drought, a poem is a city at war,
I took the envelope home to my mother and handed it to her and walked into the bedroom. My bedroom. The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even ...
all of a sudden I’m a painter. a girl from Galveston gives me $50 for a painting of a man holding a candycane while floating in a darkened sky.
Every route had its traps and only the regular carriers knew of them. Each day it was another god damned thing, and you were always ready for a rape, murder, dogs, or insanity of some s...
smoking a cigarette and noting a m… flattened out against the wall and died as organ music from centuries back… my black radio
Then some men came around and ripped out every other water– fountain. “Hey, look, what the hell are they doing?” I asked. I was in the 3rd class flat section. I walked over to another c...
That Tuesday night we were sitting at my place drinking; Tammie, me and her brother, Jay. The phone rang. It was Bobby. “Louie and his wife are down here and she’d like to meet you.” Lo...
it sits outside my window now like and old woman going to market… it sits and watches me, it sweats nevously through wire and fog and dog—bark
I can remember starving in a small room in a strange city shades pulled down, listening to classical music I was young I was so young it hur…
kool enough to die but not kill I take my doctor’s green pill drink tea as the sharks swim through vases o…
my friend is worried about dying he lives in Frisco I live in L.A. he goes to the gym and works with the iron and hits
red summers and black satin charcoal and blood ringing the sheets while snails are stepped on and moths go batty