#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
my friend William is a fortunate m… he lacks the imagination to suffer he kept his first job his first wife can drive a car 50,000 miles
one of the first actors to play Ta… Motion Picture Home. he’d been there for years waiting… he spent much of his time running in and out of the wards
went for a walk on Hollywood Boul… looked down and there was a large… walking beside me. his pace was exactly the same as m… we stopped at traffic signals toge…
I have been hanging here headless for so long that the body has forgotten
has been going on for some time. there is this young waitress where… at the racetrack. how are you doing today?” she asks… winning pretty good,” I reply.
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…
he said, “I was working in Hollyw… working in Hollywood and he was the worst: he was too drunk to sta… end of the afternoon and so I had… into a taxi
the dream of a man is a whore with a gold tooth and a garter belt, perfumed with false eyebrows
washed—up, on shore, the old yello… out again I write from the bed as I did last year.
she only fucks the ones she doesn’… to marry. to the others she says you’ve got to marry me. or maybe she just fucks the ones s…
Van Gogh cut off his ear gave it to a prostitute who flung it away in extreme
when I was in grammar school my parents were poor and in my lunch bag there was only a peanut butter sandwich.
the old folks play a game in the park overlooking the sea shoving markers across cement with wooden sticks. four play, two on each side
Slipping keenly into bright ashes, target of vanilla tears your sure body lit candles for men on dark nights, and now your night is darker
Four or five days passed. The phone rang. It was Tammie. “Listen, Hank. You know that little bridge you cross in your car when you drive to my mother’s place?” “Well, right by there the...