#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown
monkey feet small and blue walking toward you as the back of a building falls of… and an airplane chews the white sk…
all the women all their kisses the different ways they love and talk and need. their ears they all have
dame some dogs who sleep at night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh
if you’re going to try, go all the way. otherwise, don’t even start. if you’re going to try, go all the way.
That evening the phone rang. It was Mercedes. I had met her after giving a poetry reading at Venice Beach. She was about 28, fair body, pretty good legs, a blonde about 5~feet-5, a blue...
I heard it first while screwing a… who had the biggest box in Scranton. I listened to it again as I wrote… to my mother
the problem, of course, isn’t the… it’s the living parts which make up the Dem… the next person you pass on the st… multiply
death wants more death, and its we… I remember my father’s garage, how… I would brush the corpses of flies from the windows they thought were… their sticky, ugly, vibrant bodies
he was 65, his wife was 66, had Alzheimer’s disease. he had cancer of the mouth. there were
We are like roses that have never… bloom when we should have bloomed… it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting
too much too little too fat too thin or nobody.
I read a book about John Dos Pas… the book once radical—communist John ended up in the Hollywood Hi… and reading the Wall Street Journal
in the men’s room at the track this boy of about 7 or 8 years old came out of a stall
I can remember starving in a small room in a strange city shades pulled down, listening to classical music I was young I was so young it hur…
