#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
she bent over the side of the bed and opened the portfolio along the side of the wall. we were drinking. she said, “you promised me these
ask the sidewalk painters of Paris ask the sunlight on a sleeping dog ask the 3 pigs ask the paperboy ask the music of Donizetti
R.O.T.C. kept me away from sports while the other guys practiced every day. They made the school teams, won their letters and got the girls. My days were spent mostly marching around in...
they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it all is.
don’t worry about rejections, pard… I’ve been rejected before. sometimes you make a mistake, taki… the wrong poem
this woman keeps phoning me even though I tell her I am livin… I love. I keep hearing noises in the envir… she phones,
sitting with the professors we talk about Allen Tate and John Crow Ransom the rugs are clean and the coffeetables shine
like the fox run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth
Later in the hospital they were dabbing at my knees with pieces of cotton that had been soaked in something. It burned. My elbows burned too. The doctor was bending over me with a nurse...
We drank all day and that night I tried again to make love to Mindy. I was astounded and dismayed to find she had a large pussy. An extra large pussy. I hadn’t noticed it the night befo...
I’m in bed. it’s morning and I hear: where are your socks? please get dressed!
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...
I wait on life like a pregnancy, p… the gut but all I hear now is the piano slamming its teeth throu… brain
The next day we picked up some of her stuff at this motel. There was a little dark guy in there with a wart on the side of his nose. He looked dangerous. Hector was sitting on the edge ...
I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot