#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the
here things are tough but they’re mostly always tough. basically I’m just trying to get a… with the female. when you first meet them their eyes
I was the last one off the plane and there was Joanna Dover. “Joanna, let’s have a Bloody Mary while we wait for my baggage. Oh hell, I don’t have any baggage. But let’s have a Bloody M...
out of the arm 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
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…
Four or five days passed. The phone rang. It was Tammie. “Listen, Hank. You know that little bridge you cross in your car when you drive to my mother’s place?” “Well, right by there the...
oh, how worried they are about my soul! I get letters the phone rings... “are you going to be all right?”
I’m not going to die easy; I’ve sat on your suicide beds in some of the worst holes in America,
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
here I’ll be 55 in a week. what will I write about
it beats love because there aren’t… wounds: in the morning she turns on the radio, Brahms or… or Stravinsky or Mozart. she boil… eggs counting the seconds out loud…
my friend William is a fortunate m… he lacks the imagination to suffer he kept his first job his first wife can drive a car 50,000 miles
Slipping keenly into bright ashes, target of vanilla tears your sure body lit candles for men on dark nights, and now your night is darker
he sits all day at the bus stop at Sunset and Western his sleeping bag beside him. he’s dirty. nobody bothers him.
I tried it standing up this time. it doesn’t usually work. this time it seemed