#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
this guy he’s got a crazy eye and he’s brown a dark brown from the sun the Hollywood and Western sun
waiting for death like a cat that will jump on the bed I am so very sorry for
My German doctor walked up. The one who had given me the blood tests. “Congratulations,” he said, shaking my hand, "it’s a girl. 9 pounds, 3 ounces.” “The mother will be all right. She ...
I don’t know how it happens to people. I had child support, need for something to drink, rent, shoes, shirts, socks, all that stuff. Like everyone else I needed an old car, something to...
absolutely sesamoid said the skeleton shoving his chalky foot upon my desk, and that was it,
in the hospitals I’ve been in you see the crosses on the walls with the thin palm leaves behind t… yellowed and browned it is the signal to accept the ine…
My mother went to her low-paying job each morning and my father, who didn’t have a job, left each morning too. Although most of the neighbors were unemployed he didn’t want them to thin...
I had been corresponding with a lady in San Francisco for several months. Her name was Liza Weston and she survived by giving dance lessons, including ballet, in her own studio. She was...
the cockroach crouched against the tile while I was pissing and as I turned my head he hauled his butt
she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite
naked in that bright light the four horse falls and throws a 112-pound boy into the hooves
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…
the higher you climb the greater the pressure. those who manage to endure learn
during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores
But there were some good moments. My sometime friend from the neighborhood, Gene, who was a year older than I, had a buddy, Harry Gibson, who had had one professional fight (he’d lost)....