#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
The reading in Vancouver went through, $500 plus air fare and lodging. The sponsor, Bart Mcintosh, was nervous about crossing the border. I was to fly to Seattle, he’d meet me there and...
My father had two brothers. The younger was named Ben and the older was named John. Both were alcoholics and ne’er-do-wells. My parents often spoke of them. “Neither of them amount to a...
big sloppy wounded dog hit by a car and walking toward the curbing making enormous sounds
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and nothing.
John F. Kennedy flower knocks upo… shot through the neck; the gladiolas gather by the dozens… India dripping into Ceylon;
there is always that space there just before they get to us that space that fine relaxer the breather
there are these small cliffs above the sea and it is night, late night; I have been unable to sleep, and with my car above me
I was hungover again, another heat spell was on—a week of 100 degree days. The drinking went on each night, and in the early mornings and days there was The Stone and the impossibility ...
I sat in the airport and waited. You never knew about photos. You could never tell. I was nervous. I felt like vomiting. I lit a cigarette and gagged. Why did I do these things? I didn’...
the waste of words continues with a stunning persistence as the waiter runs by carrying the… tray
escape from the black widow spider is a miracle as great as art. what a web she can weave slowly drawing you to her she’ll embrace you
The next night as they moved the group from the main build– ing to the training building, I stopped to talk to Gus the old newsboy. Gus had once been 3rd-ranked welterweight contender b...
it sits outside my window now like and old woman going to market… it sits and watches me, it sweats nevously through wire and fog and dog—bark
I’ll settle for the 6 horse on a rainy afternoon a paper cup of coffee in my hand a little way to go,
yeah sure, I’ll be in unless I’m… don’t knock if the lights are out or you hear voices or then I might be reading Proust if someone slips Proust under my d…