#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
he was just a cat cross-eyed, dirty white with pale blue eyes
old grey-haired waitresses in cafes at night have given it up, and as I walk down sidewalks of light and look into windows
maybe I’ll win the Irish Sweepsta… maybe I’ll go nuts maybe Harcourt Brace will call or maybe unemployment insurance or rich lesbian at the top of a hill.
Every night was about the same. I’d drive along the coast looking for a place to have dinner. I wanted an expensive place that wasn’t too crowded. I developed a nose for those places. I...
So I took the exam, passed it, took the physical, passed it, and there I was—a substitute mail carrier. It began easy. I was sent to West Avon Station and it was just like Christmas exc...
there’s Barry in his ripped walkin… he’s on Thorazine is 24 looks 38 lives with his mother in the same
in the Valkerie Mountains among the strutting peacocks I found a flower as large as my head
16 and one-half inch neck 68 years old lifts weights body like a young
Our 30 minutes was now devoted to scheme training. They gave us each a deck of cards to learn and stick into pur cases. To pass the scheme you had to throw 100 cards in 8 minutes or les...
often it is the only thing between you and impossibility. no drink,
“...I’ve seen people in front of their typewriters in such a bind that it would blow their intestine… right out of their assholes if the… were trying to shit.”
It was 3 or 4 days before I had to fly to Houston to give a reading. I went to the track, drank at the track, and afterwards I went to a bar on Hollywood Boulevard. I went home at 9 or ...
A month went by. R.A. Dwight, the editor of Dogbite Press wrote and asked me to do a foreword to Keesing’s Selected Poems. Keesing, with the help of his death, was at last going to get ...
you have to have it or the walls w… in. you have to give everything up, th… away, everything away. you have to look at what you look…
the illusion is that you are simpl… reading this poem. the reality is that this is more than a poem.