#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I’m in bed. it’s morning and I hear: where are your socks? please get dressed!
my moustache is pasted-on and my wig and my eyebrows and even my eyes... then something stuns me... the lampshades swing, I hear
vain vanilla ladies strutting while van Gogh did it to himself. girls pulling on silk hose
my first and only wife painted and she talked to me about it: it’s all so painful
it is the man you’ve never seen wh… keeps you going, the one who might arrive someday. he isn’t out on the streets or
I used to hold my social security… up in the air, he told me, but I was so small they couldn’t see it,
during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores
once bought a toy rabbit at a department store and now he sits and ponders me with pink sheer eyes: He wants golf balls and glass
at North Avenue 21 drunk tank you… there was always some guy who woul… way to the crapper and then you would curse him good,… he would know enough to either be…
the feelings I get driving past the railroad yard never on purpose but on my way to… are the feelings other men have fo… see the tracks and all the boxcars
That evening the phone rang. It was Mercedes. I had met her after giving a poetry reading at Venice Beach. She was about 28, fair body, pretty good legs, a blonde about 5~feet-5, a blue...
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...
The war was going very well in Europe, for Hitler. Most of the students weren’t very vocal on the matter. But the instructors were, they were almost all left-wing and anti-German. There...
They are building a house half a block down and I sit up here with the shades down listening to the sounds,
To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine— just a lightbulb