#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
he got knifed in broad daylight, c… holding his hands over his gut, dr… on the pavement. nobody waiting in line left their… he made it to the Mission doorway,…
in the winter walking on my ceiling my eyes the size of street… I have 4 feet like a mouse but wash my own underwear—bearded and hungover and a hard-on and no lawy…
A week later I was driving down Hollywood Boulevard with Lydia. A weekly entertainment newspaper published in California at that time had asked me to write an article on the life of the...
one of the terrible things is really being in bed night after night with a woman you no longer
we are gathered here now to bury her in this poem. she did not marry an unemployed wi… beat her every
this fear of being what they are: dead. at least they are not out on the s… are careful to stay indoors, those pasty mad who sit alone before the…
the virus holds the concepts give way like rotten shoelaces toothache and bacon dance on the lawn
I didn’t see Lydia for a couple of days, although I did manage to phone her 6 or 7 times during that period. Then the weekend arrived. Her ex-husband, Gerald, always took the children o...
knew you were a bad-ass,” he said. you sat in the back of Art class a… you never said anything. then I saw you in that brutal figh… with the guy with the dirty yellow
of course, I may die in the next t… and I’m ready for that but what I’m really worried about… that my editor—publisher might ret… even though he is ten years younge…
listening to Bruckner on the radio wondering why I’m not half mad over the latest breakup with my latest girlfriend wondering why I’m not driving the…
the blazing shark wants my balls as I walk through the meat section looking for salami and cheese purple housewives
at the window I watch a man with a power mower the sounds of his doing race like flies and bees
I had this room in front on DeLon… and I used to sit for hours in the daytime looking out the front window.
yesterday drunken Alice gave me a jar of fig jam and today she whistles