#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Some say we should keep personal r… poem, stay abstract, and there is some r… but jezus; twelve poems gone and I don’t keep…
There are sketches on the walls of… and outside a large green bus swer… insanity sprung from a waving line… says the radio, and Jane Austin,… “I am going to do her portrait on…
was a truly amazing man he pretended to be rich even though we lived on beans and… when we sat down to eat, he said,
I went with two ladies down to Venice to look for antique furniture. I parked in back of the store and went in with them.
They don’t make it the beautiful die in flame— suicide pills, rat poison, rope wh… ever... they rip their arms off,
out of the arms of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on th… by a lady who smokes pot writes songs and stories,
in junior high school Big Max was a problem. we’d be sitting during lunch hour eating our peanut butter sandwiche… and potato chips.
We are like roses that have never… bloom when we should have bloomed… it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting
a house with 7 or 8 people living in it getting up the rent. there’s a stereo never used and a set of bongos
We were in the air twenty minutes when she took a mirror out of her purse and began to make up her face, mostly the eyes. She worked at her eyes with a small brush, concentrating on the...
then there was the time in New Orleans I was living with a fat woman, Marie, in the French Quarter and I got very sick.
she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists
she’s from Texas and weighs 103 pounds and stands before the mirror combing oceans of reddish hair
boy, don’t come around here tellin… can’t cut it, that they’re pitching you low and insid… they are conspiring against you, that all you want is a chance but…
is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown