#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
he’s a runt he snarls and scratches chases cars groans in his sleep and has a perfect star above each…
“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.
all I’ve ever known are whores, ex… madwomen. I see men with quiet, gentle women—I see them in the sup… I see them walking down the street… I see them in their apartments: pe…
The jew bent over and died. 99 machine guns were shipped to France. somebody w… while I inspected the propeller of an old monoplane
they took my man off the street the other day he wore an L.A. Rams sweatshirt w… the sleeves cut off
good weather is like good women— it doesn’t always happen and when it does
Julio came by with his guitar and… latest song. Julio was famous, he wrote songs a… published books of little drawings… poems.
is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown
no we can’t we can’t win it I’ve decided we can’t win it just for a while we thought we cou… but that was just for a while
like in a chair the color of the s… as you listen to lazy piano music and the aircraft overhead are not at war. where the last drink is as good as
the feelings I get driving past the railroad yard never on purpose but on my way to… are the feelings other men have fo… see the tracks and all the boxcars
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,…
I got back, made love to Lydia several times, got in a fight with her, and left L. A. International late one morning to give a reading in Arkansas. I was lucky enough to have a seat by ...
I have been looking at the same lampshade for 5 years and it has gathered
Somehow the money slipped away after that and soon I left the track and sat around in my apartment waiting for the 90 days’ leave to run out. My nerves were raw from the drinking and th...