#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
oh, how worried they are about my soul! I get letters the phone rings... “are you going to be all right?”
I was coming off an affair that ha… frankly, I was sliding down into a… really feeling shitty and low when I lucked into this lady with… covered with a jeweled canopy
as the poems go into the thousands… realize that you’ve created very little. it comes down to the rain, the sun… the traffic, the nights and the da…
It’s never quite right, he said, t… the way the music sounds, the way… written. It’s never quite right, he said, a… taught, all the loves we chase, al…
Making love in the sun, in the mor… in a hotel room above the alley where poor men poke for bottles; making love in the sun
I have been looking at the same lampshade for 5 years and it has gathered
there is enough treachery, hatred… human being to supply any given ar… and the best at murder are those w… and the best at hate are those who… and the best at war finally are th…
we like to shower afterwards (I like the water hotter than she) and her face is always soft and pe… and she’ll wash me first spread the soap over my balls
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and nothing.
almost dawn blackbirds on the telephone wire waiting as I eat yesterday’s forgotten sandwich
I met an old drunk on the street one afternoon. I used to know him from the days with Betty when we made the rounds of the bars. He told me that he was now a postal clerk and that there...
my doctor has just come into his o… from surgery. he meets me in the men’s john. “God damn,” he says to me, “where did you find her? oh, I jus…
I even hear the mountains the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the water the fish cry
Bobby’s wife worked two nights a week and when she was gone he got on the telephone. I knew that on Tuesday and Thursday nights he would be lonely. It was Tuesday night when the phone r...
love, he said, gas kiss me off kiss my lips kiss my hair my fingers