#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
and so we suck on a cigar and a beer attempting to mend the love
I was sitting in my shorts one afternoon a week later. There was a tender little knock on the door. “Just a moment,” I said. I put on a robe and opened the door. “We’re two girls from G...
the lair of the hunted is hidden in the last place you’d ever look and even if you find it you won’t believe
first of all, I had a hard time, a… locating the parking lot for the b… wasn’t off the main boulevard wher… the cars all driven by merciless k… were doing 55 mph in a 25 mph zone…
sick with the flu drinking beer my radio on loud enough to overcome the sounds of the
she was in her orange Volks waitin… as I walked up the street with 2 six packs and a pint of sco… and she jumped out and began grabbing the beerbottles…
big sloppy wounded dog hit by a car and walking toward the curbing making enormous sounds
The toughest in the station. Apartment houses with boxes that had scrubbed-out names or no names at all, under tiny lightbulbs in dark halls. Old ladies standing in halls, up and down t...
you’re a beast, she said your big white belly and those hairy feet. you never cut your nails and you have fat hands
we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…
the virus holds the concepts give way like rotten shoelaces toothache and bacon dance on the lawn
take a writer away from his typewr… and all you have left is the sickness which started him
what i liked about e.e. cummings was that he cut away from the holiness of the word and with charm
That evening the phone rang. It was Mercedes. I had met her after giving a poetry reading at Venice Beach. She was about 28, fair body, pretty good legs, a blonde about 5~feet-5, a blue...
Just give me a little atomic bomb Not too mutch just a little Enough to kill a horse in the stre… But there aren’t any horses in the… Enough to knock the flowers from a…