#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I think of automobiles parked in a parking lot when I think of myself dead I think of frying pans when I think of myself dead
the rooms at the hospital went for 550 a day. that was for the room alone. the amazing thing, though, was tha… in some of the rooms
he lives in a house with a swimmin… and says the job is killing him. he is 27. I am 44. I can’t seem t… get rid of
as the spirit wanes the form
in the afternoon they lean against one another and you can see how much they like the sun.
I have lain in bed all day but I have written one poem and I am up now looking out the window and like a novelist might say
she came to my place drunk riding a deer up on the front porc… so many women want to save the wor… but can’t keep their own kitchens… but me...
love, he said, gas kiss me off kiss my lips kiss my hair my fingers
half drunk I left her place her warm blankets and I was hungover didn’t even know what town
he was easy, fat as a hummingbird and I had him blowing, I jabbed and crossed and took my t… everybody was waiting for the main… drinking beer, and I was thinking
of late I’ve had this thought that this country has gone backwards or 5 de cades
It was about a week later around 7 a.m. I had lucked into another day off and after a double workout, I was up against Joyce’s ass, her asshole, sleeping, verily sleeping, and then the ...
Upon awakening I got up and used Joanna’s toothbrush, drank a couple of glasses of water, washed my hands and face and got back into bed. Joanna turned around and my mouth found hers. M...
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)....
you no faces no faces at all laughing at nothing—
