#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
we take what we can see— the engines driving us mad, lovers finally hating; this fish in the market staring upward into our minds;
I have been looking at the same lampshade for 5 years and it has gathered
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,…
is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown
I was surprised the next morning when April knocked on the door. April was the one on ATD who had been at Harry Ascot’s party and who had left with the speed freak. It was 11 am. April ...
beheaded in the middle of the night scratching my sides I am covered with bites kick my white legs out of the shee…
my grandmother had a serious gas problem. we only saw her on Sunday. she’d sit down to dinner and she’d have gas.
one of Lorca’s best lines is, “agony, always agony ...” think of this when you
they found him walking along the f… all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut off his sexual
I used to know a dutchman in a Ph… he’d take 3 raw eggs in his beer, 71, still working, strong,
the girls were young and worked the streets but often couldn’t score, they
sitting with the professors we talk about Allen Tate and John Crow Ransom the rugs are clean and the coffeetables shine
don’t worry about rejections, pard… I’ve been rejected before. sometimes you make a mistake, taki… the wrong poem
there’s Barry in his ripped walkin… he’s on Thorazine is 24 looks 38 lives with his mother in the same
was on the train to Del Mar and I… to go to the bar car. I had a beer… back and sat down. pardon me,” said the lady next to… sitting in my husband’s seat.”