#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Slipping keenly into bright ashes, target of vanilla tears your sure body lit candles for men on dark nights, and now your night is darker
this woman keeps phoning me even though I tell her I am livin… I love. I keep hearing noises in the envir… she phones,
While working Dorsey station I heard some of the old timers needling Big Daddy Greystone about how he’d had to buy a tape recorder in order to learn his schemes. Big Daddy had read the ...
liked D . H. Lawrence he could get so indignant he snapped and he ripped with wonderfully energetic sentenc… he could lay the word down
I had worked my charms on her for a couple of nights in a bar— not that we were new lovers, I had loved her for 16 months but she didn’t want to come to my…
drunk and writing poems at 3 a.m. what counts now is one more tight
she undressed in front of me keeping her pussy to the front while I lay in bed with a bottle o… beer. where’d you get that wart on
she bent over the side of the bed and opened the portfolio along the side of the wall. we were drinking. she said, “you promised me these
around 2 a.m. in my small room after turning off the poem machine for now
know. I know. they are limited, have different needs and concerns. but I watch and learn from them.
takes lot of desperation dissatisfaction and
think of de vils in hell and stare at a beautiful vase of flowers as the woman in my bedroom
this poet he’d been drinking 2 or 3 days and he walked out on the stage and looked at that audience and he just knew he was going to do it. there was a grand piano on stage and he walke...
I’m in bed. it’s morning and I hear: where are your socks? please get dressed!
I stayed five days and nights. Then I couldn’t get it up any more. Joanna drove me to the airport. She had bought me a new piece of luggage and some new clothing. I hated that Dallas-Fo...