#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
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 ...
this one teaches that one lives with his mother and that one is supported by a red… with the brain of a gnat. this one takes speed and has been…
My drinking slowed down the next week. I went to the racetrack to get fresh air and sunshine and plenty of walking. At night I drank, wondering why I was still alive, how the scheme wor...
I was sitting in my shorts one afternoon a week later. There was a tender little knock on the door. “Just a moment,” I said. I put on a robe and opened the door. “We’re two girls from G...
suppose like others have come through fire and sword, love gone wrong, head-on crashes, drunk at sea, and I have listened to the simple…
around 2 a.m. in my small room after turning off the poem machine for now
In the betting line the other day man behind me asked, “are you Henry Chinaski?”
then there was the time in New Orleans I was living with a fat woman, Marie, in the French Quarter and I got very sick.
this Friday night the Mexican girls at the Catholic… look especially good their husbands are in the bars and the Mexican girls look young
I tried it standing up this time. it doesn’t usually work. this time it seemed
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…
and so we suck on a cigar and a beer attempting to mend the love
Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of sweat on the table
in the slow Mexican air I watched… and they cut off his ear, and his… no more terror than a rock. driving back the next day we stopp… and watched the golden red and blu…