#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
they don’t make it the beautiful die in flame— suicide pills, rat poison, rope, w… ever... they rip their arms off,
screen like a burglar to take your… the snake had crawled the hole, and she said, tell me about yourself.
first of all, I had a hard time, a… locating the parking lot for the b… wasn’t off the main boulevard wher… the cars all driven by merciless k… were doing 55 mph in a 25 mph zone…
the rag. she sat there, glooming. I couldn’t do anything with her. it was raining. she got up and left.
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,
shot off his left ear then his right, and then tore off his belt buckle with hot lead, and then
dumb, Jesus Christ, some people are so dumb you can hear them splashing around
There was another German Shepherd. It was hot summer and he came BOUNDING out of a back yard and then LEAPED through the air. His teeth snapped, just missing my jugular vein. “OH JESUS!...
I took my girlfriend to your last poetry reading, she said “yes”, “yes?” I asked. "she`s young and pretty",
not much chance, completely cut loose from purpose, he was a young man riding a bus
They don’t make it the beautiful die in flame— suicide pills, rat poison, rope wh… ever... they rip their arms off,
a girlfriend came in built me a bed scrubbed and waxed the kitchen flo… scrubbed the walls vacuumed
out of the arm 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
half drunk I left her place her warm blankets and I was hungover didn’t even know what town
for five years I have been looking across the way at the side of a red apartment hou… there must be people in there even love in there