#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;
our marriage book, it says. I look through it. they lasted ten years. they were young once.
more wasted days, gored days, evaporated days. more squandered days, days pissed away,
I saw Bobby out front the next day when I went to buy a newspaper. “Louie phoned,” he said, “he told me what happened to him.” “He ran outside to vomit and Tammie grabbed his cock while...
I see you drinking at a fountain w… blue hands, no, your hands are not… they are small, and the fountain i… where you wrote me that last lette… I answered and never heard from yo…
stew at noon, my dear; and look: the ants, the sawdust, the mica plants, the shadows of banks like bad jokes; do you think we’ll hear
the higher you climb the greater the pressure. those who manage to endure learn
a girlfriend came in built me a bed scrubbed and waxed the kitchen flo… scrubbed the walls vacuumed
feet of cheese coffeepot soul hands that hate poolsticks eyes like paperclips I prefer red wine
she’s up seeing my doctor trying to get some diet pills; she’s not fat, she needs the speed… I go down to the nearest bar and w… at 3:30 in the afternoon of a tues…
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…
I had been corresponding with a lady in San Francisco for several months. Her name was Liza Weston and she survived by giving dance lessons, including ballet, in her own studio. She was...
had lost the last race big somebody had stolen my coat could feel the flu coming on and my tires were low. I went in to get a
they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it all is.
got into my BMW and drove down to… pick up my American Express Gold… told the girl at the desk what I wanted. you’re Mr. Chinaski,” she