#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Just give me a little atomic bomb Not too mutch just a little Enough to kill a horse in the stre… But there aren’t any horses in the… Enough to knock the flowers from a…
these boys have got class they ought to make kings out of old men rolling cigarettes in rooms small enough
my mother, father and I walked to the market once a week for our government relief food: cans of beans, cans of
what you see is what you see: madhouses are rarely on display. that we still walk about and scratch ourselves and light
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus
a poem is a city filled with stree… filled with saints, heroes, beggar… filled with banality and booze, filled with rain and thunder and p… drought, a poem is a city at war,
we had goldfish and they circled a… in the bowl on the table near the… covering the picture window and my mother, always smiling, wanting… to be happy, told me, ‘be happy He…
got out, fellow said, “hey!” walke… me, we shook hands, he slipped me… tickets for free car washes, “find… told him, walked on through to wai… area with wife, we sat on outside…
of late I’ve had this thought that this country has gone backwards or 5 de cades
with an Apple Macintosh you can’t run Radio Shack program… in its disc drive. nor can a Commodore 64 drive read a file
half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the
I’d tell them to have an unhappy l… affair, hemorrhoids, bad teeth and to drink cheap wine, avoid opera and golf and chess, to keep switching the head of thei…
I took women either to the boxing matches or to the racetrack. That Thursday night I took Katherine to the boxing matches at the Olympic auditorium. She had never been to a live fight. ...
the old L.A. Public Library burn… down that library downtown and with it went large part of my
old Butch, they fixed him the girls don’t look like much anymore. when Big Sam moved out of the back