#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
John F. Kennedy flower knocks upo… shot through the neck; the gladiolas gather by the dozens… India dripping into Ceylon;
there he is: not too many hangovers not too many fights with women not too many flat tires never a thought of suicide
drunk and writing poems at 3 a.m. what counts now is one more tight
beheaded in the middle of the night scratching my sides I am covered with bites kick my white legs out of the shee…
That evening after dinner Joanna produced some mescaline. “You ever tried this stuff?” Joanna had some paints and brushes and paper spread on the table. Then I remembered she was an art...
One night I was assigned to the stool next to Butchner. He didn’t stick any mail. He just sat there. And talked. A young girl came in and sat down at the end of the aisle. I heard Butch...
the best often die by their own ha… just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody
the motion of the human heart: strangled over Missouri; sheathed in hot wax in Boston; burned like a potato in Norfolk; lost in the Allegheny Mountains;
reached up into the top of the clo… and took out a pair of blue pan ti… and showed them to her and asked “are these yours?” and she looked and said,
I mean, I just slept I awoke with a fly on my elbow and I named the fly Benny then I killed him and then I got up and looked in th…
was much easier to be a genius in… only 3 or 4 literary magazines and… or 5 times you could end up in Ger… you could possibly meet Picasso fo… maybe only Miró.
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and nothing.
when I look back now at the abuse I took from her I feel shame that I was so innocent,
I have lain in bed all day but I have written one poem and I am up now looking out the window and like a novelist might say
Sam the whorehouse man has squeaky shoes and he walks up and down the court squeaking and talking to
