#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
once we were young at this machine. . . drinking
after the slaughter house there was a bar around the corner and I sat in there and watched the sun go down through the window,
the essence of the belly like a white balloon sacked is disturbing like the running of feet on the stairs
he sat naked and drunk in a room o… night, running the blade of the kn… under his fingernails, smiling, th… of all the letters he had received telling him that
I was back in L.A. about a week and a half. It was night. The phone rang. It was Cecelia, she was sobbing. “Hank, Bill is dead. You’re the first one I’ve called.” “I’m so glad you came ...
I know that some night in some bedroom soon my fingers will rift
I used to take the back off the telephone and stuff it with ra… and when somebody knocked I wouldn’t answer and if they pers… I’d tell them in terms vulgar
I’m not going to die easy; I’ve sat on your suicide beds in some of the worst holes in America,
when you’re young a pair of female high-heeled shoes just sitting
“what?” they say, “you got a computer?” it’s like I have sold out to the enemy. I had no idea so many
no way back to Barcelona. the green soldiers have invaded th… madmen rule Spain and during a heat wave in 1952 I b… no way back to the Rock of Gibral…
the best often die by their own ha… just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody
the old L.A. Public Library burn… down that library downtown and with it went large part of my
I was asked to give a reading at a famous nightclub, The Lancer, on Hollywood Boulevard. I agreed to read two nights. I was to follow a rock group, The Big Rape, each night. I was getti...
a girlfriend came in built me a bed scrubbed and waxed the kitchen flo… scrubbed the walls vacuumed