#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
nobody goes downtown anymore the plants and trees have been cut… Pershing Square the grass is brown and the street preachers are not a…
my father always said, “early to b… early to rise makes a man healthy,… and wise.” it was lights out at 8 p.m. in our… and we were up at dawn to the smel…
this is my piano. the phone rings and people ask, what are you doing? how about getting drunk with us? and I say,
there’s Barry in his ripped walkin… he’s on Thorazine is 24 looks 38 lives with his mother in the same
dying has its rough edge. no escaping now. the warden has his eye on me. his bad eye. I’m doing hard time now.
starving there, sitting around the… and at night walking the streets f… hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to me, maybe it was,
you no faces no faces at all laughing at nothing—
“Get a seat for her, put her on the tab,” I told Marty. “All right. We’ll set her up. We’re S.R.O. We’ve had to turn away 150 and it’s 30 minutes before you go on.” “I want to introduce...
At 3:30 a.m. my twelve hours were… I set the alarm so that I would b… “What happened, Hank? We thought… “I’m quitting.” “Quitting?” “Yes, you can’t blame a man for wa…
majestic, magic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—
at the track today, Father’s Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a
I read that he lost a suitcase ful… train and that they never were rec… I can’t match the agony of this but the other night I wrote a 3—pa… upon this computer
in the afternoon they lean against one another and you can see how much they like the sun.
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer.
we are gathered here now to bury her in this poem. she did not marry an unemployed wi… beat her every