#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
think of the beds used again and again to fuck in to die in. in this land
dumb, Jesus Christ, some people are so dumb you can hear them splashing around
sick with the flu drinking beer my radio on loud enough to overcome the sounds of the
There were continual fights. The teachers didn’t seem to know anything about them. And there was always trouble when it rained. Any boy who brought an umbrella to school or wore a rainc...
you sit on the couch with me tonight new woman. have you seen the
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus
Some say we should keep personal r… poem, stay abstract, and there is some r… but jezus; twelve poems gone and I don’t keep…
Lydia’s sister Angela came to town from Utah to see Lydia’s new house. Lydia had made a down payment on a little place and the monthly payments were very low. It was a very good buy. Th...
Thanks for the good letter. I don’t think it hurts, sometimes, to remember where you came from. You know the places where I came from. Even the people who try to write about that or mak...
I got in the shower and burned my balls last Wednesday. met this painter called Spain, no, he was a cartoonist,
the weather is hot on the back of… which is down at Finkelstein’s who is gifted with 3 balls but no heart, but you’ve got to un… when the bull goes down
16 and one-half inch neck 68 years old lifts weights body like a young
sitting on a 2nd-floor porch at 1:… while looking out over the city. could be worse. we needn’t accomplish great things…
“you know,” she said, “you were at the bar so you didn’t see but I danced with this guy. we danced and we danced close.
have we gone wrong again? we laugh less and less, become more sadly sane. all we want is the absence of others.