#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
was a truly amazing man he pretended to be rich even though we lived on beans and… when we sat down to eat, he said,
It’s never quite right, he said, t… the way the music sounds, the way… written. It’s never quite right, he said, a… taught, all the loves we chase, al…
the illusion is that you are simpl… reading this poem. the reality is that this is more than a poem.
the legs are gone and the hopes—th… and I haven’t shaved in sixteen da… but the mailman still makes his ro… water still comes out of the fauce… myself with glazed and milky eyes…
I was sitting in my shorts one afternoon a week later. There was a tender little knock on the door. “Just a moment,” I said. I put on a robe and opened the door. “We’re two girls from G...
they found him walking along the f… all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut off his sexual
no way back to Barcelona. the green soldiers have invaded th… madmen rule Spain and during a heat wave in 1952 I b… no way back to the Rock of Gibral…
here I am in the ground my mouth open and
drunk on the dark streets of some… it’s night, you’re lost, where’s y… room? you enter a bar to find yourself, order scotch and water.
at the hospital that I have been going to the nurses seem overweight. they are bulky in their
Julio came by with his guitar and… latest song. Julio was famous, he wrote songs a… published books of little drawings… poems.
he sits all day at the bus stop at Sunset and Western his sleeping bag beside him. he’s dirty. nobody bothers him.
Shirley came to town with a broken… and met the Chicano who smoked long slim cigars and they got a place together on Beacon street
at the track today, Father’s Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a
she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists
