#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
once we were young at this machine. . . drinking
drinking German beer and trying to come up with the immortal poem at 5 p.m. in the afternoon. but, ah, I’ve told the
man, he said, sitting on the steps your car sure needs a wash and wax… I can do it for you for 5 bucks, I got the wax, I got the rags, I… I need.
you just don’t know how to do it, you know that, and you can’t do a lot of other useful things either. it’s the fault of the
places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you… that?
she was a short one getting fat and she had once been beautiful and she drank the wine she drank the wine in bed and
“your poems about the girls will s… 50 years from now when the girls a… my editor phones me. dear editor: the girls appear to be gone
I wait on life like a pregnancy, p… the gut but all I hear now is the piano slamming its teeth throu… brain
I was coming home from classes down Westview hill. I never had any books to carry. I passed my exams by listening to the class lectures and by guessing at the answers. I never had to cr...
hooray say the roses, today is bla… and we are red as blood. hooray say the roses, today is Wed… and we bloom wher soldiers fell and lovers too,
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…
you have to have it or the walls w… in. you have to give everything up, th… away, everything away. you have to look at what you look…
the centerfielder turns rushes back reaches up his glove and
Phillipe ’s is an old time cafe off Alameda street just a little north and east of the main post office. Phillipe’s opens at 5 a.m.
there was a frozen tree that I wan… but the shells came down and in Vegas looking across at a g… at 3:30 in the morning, I died without nails, without a co…