#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I was hungover again, another heat spell was on—a week of 100 degree days. The drinking went on each night, and in the early mornings and days there was The Stone and the impossibility ...
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
Bruckner wasn’t bad even though he got down on his knees and proclaimed Wagner the master.
Sam the whorehouse man has squeaky shoes and he walks up and down the court squeaking and talking to
On Christmas I had Betty over. She baked a turkey and we drank. Betty always liked huge Christmas trees. It must have been 7 feet tall, and 1/2 as wide, covered with lights, bulbs, tins...
it beats love because there aren’t… wounds: in the morning she turns on the radio, Brahms or… or Stravinsky or Mozart. she boil… eggs counting the seconds out loud…
the illusion is that you are simpl… reading this poem. the reality is that this is more than a poem.
kool enough to die but not kill I take my doctor’s green pill drink tea as the sharks swim through vases o…
Then Joyce wanted to go back to the city. For all the draw– backs, that little town, haircuts or not, beat city life. It was quiet. We had our own house. Joyce fed me well.) Plenty of m...
Sunday, I am eating a grapefruit, church is over at the… Orthadox to the west. she is dark
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
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...
in San Francisco the landlady, 80… Victrola up the stairway and I pl… until they beat on the walls. there was a large bucket in the ce… filled with beer and winebottles;
My father always ran the neighborhood kids away from our house. I was told not to play with them but I walked down the street and watched them anyhow. “Hey, Heinie!” they yelled, “Why d...
we talk about this film: Cagney fed this broad grapefruit faster than she could eat it and