#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
he talked about Steinbeck and Tho… wrote like a cross between the two… and I lived in a hotel on Figuero… close to the bars and he lived further uptown in a s…
Tony phoned and told me that Jan had left him but that he was a… helped him he said to think about… like D. H. Lawrence pissed off with life in general bu…
the girls are coming home in their… and I sit by the window and watch. there’s a girl in a red dress driving a white car
know. I know. they are limited, have different needs and concerns. but I watch and learn from them.
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 strong men the muscle men there they sit down at the beach cocoa tans
dying has its rough edge. no escaping now. the warden has his eye on me. his bad eye. I’m doing hard time now.
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...
washed—up, on shore, the old yello… out again I write from the bed as I did last year.
monkey feet small and blue walking toward you as the back of a building falls of… and an airplane chews the white sk…
she died of alcoholism wrapped in a blanket on a deck chair on an ocean steamer.
the soldiers march without guns the graves are empty peacocks glide in the rain down stairways march great men smi… there is food enough and rent enou…
she writes continually like a long nozzle spraying the air,
To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine— just a lightbulb
dame some dogs who sleep at night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh