#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
ask the sidewalk painters of Paris ask the sunlight on a sleeping dog ask the 3 pigs ask the paperboy ask the music of Donizetti
he’s a runt he snarls and scratches chases cars groans in his sleep and has a perfect star above each…
out of the arms of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on th… by a lady who smokes pot writes songs and stories,
the critics now have me drinking champagne and driving a BMW and also married to a socialite from
Frank liked airplanes. He lent me all his pulp magazines about World War 1. The best was Flying Aces. The dog-fights were great, the Spads and the Fokkers mixing it. I read all the stor...
I walked off the job again and the police stopped me for running a red light at Serrano… my mind was rather gone and I stood in a patch of leaves
this poet he’d been drinking 2 or 3 days and he walked out on the stage and looked at that audience and he just knew he was going to do it. there was a grand piano on stage and he walke...
another bed another woman more curtains another bathroom another kitchen
red summers and black satin charcoal and blood ringing the sheets while snails are stepped on and moths go batty
sitting in a dark bedroom with 3 j… female. brown paper bags filled with trash… everywhere. is one-thirty in the afternoon.
he walks up to my Volks after I have parked and rocks it back and forth grinning around his
Fay was pregnant. But it didn’t change her and it didn’t change the post office either. The same clerks did all the work while the miscellaneous crew stood around and argued about sport...
this man used to be an interesting writer, he was able to say brisk and refreshing things. at the time
here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in dra… here comes nothing to do all day l… here comes another night of no sle… here comes the phone wringing the…
it’s the same as before or the other time or the time before that. here’s a cock and here’s a cunt