#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I know that some night in some bedroom soon my fingers will rift
Every night was about the same. I’d drive along the coast looking for a place to have dinner. I wanted an expensive place that wasn’t too crowded. I developed a nose for those places. I...
Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.
A month went by. R.A. Dwight, the editor of Dogbite Press wrote and asked me to do a foreword to Keesing’s Selected Poems. Keesing, with the help of his death, was at last going to get ...
I had this room in front on DeLon… and I used to sit for hours in the daytime looking out the front window.
I cross the room to the last wall the last window the last pink sun with its arms around the world
twitching in the sheets— to face the sunlight again, that’s clearly trouble. I like the city better when the
Dee Dee had to pick up her son at the airport. He was coming home from England for his vacation. He was 17, she told me, and his father was an ex-concert pianist. But he’d fallen for sp...
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 baby was crawling, discovering the world. Marina slept in bed with us at night. There was Marina, Fay, the cat and myself. The cat slept on the bed too. Look here, I thought, I have...
Jimmy Hatcher worked part time in a grocery store. While none of us could get jobs he could always get one. He had his little movie star face and his mother had a great body. With his f...
Back in L.A., there was almost a week of peace. Then the phone rang. It was the owner of a Manhattan Beach nightclub, Marty Seavers. I had read there a couple of times before. The club ...
all of a sudden I’m a painter. a girl from Galveston gives me $50 for a painting of a man holding a candycane while floating in a darkened sky.
like in a chair the color of the s… as you listen to lazy piano music and the aircraft overhead are not at war. where the last drink is as good as
the Egyptians loved the cat were often entombed with it instead of with the women and never with the dog but now