#Americans #XXCentury #1977 #LoveIsADogFromHell #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Then some men came around and ripped out every other water– fountain. “Hey, look, what the hell are they doing?” I asked. I was in the 3rd class flat section. I walked over to another c...
the virus holds the concepts give way like rotten shoelaces toothache and bacon dance on the lawn
women don’t know how to love, she told me. you know how to love but women just want to leech.
my goldfish stares with watery eye… into the hemisphere of my sorrow; upon the thinnest of threads we hang together, hang hang hang
the drifting of the mind. the slow loss, the leaking away. one’s demise is not very interesti… from my bed I watch 3 birds throug… one coal black, one dark brown, th…
I finally, got a day off, and you know what I did? I got up early before Joyce got back in and I went down to the market to do a little shopping, and maybe I was crazy. I walked through...
the dead dogs of nowhere bark as you approach another traffic accident. cars one standing on its
Mongolian coasts shining in light, listen to the pulse of the sun, the tiger is the same to all of us and high oh so high on the branch
I was in the 4th grade when I found out about it. I was probably one of the last to know, because I still didn’t talk to anybody. A boy walked up to “Your mother has a hole . . .”—he to...
I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train
he’s a runt he snarls and scratches chases cars groans in his sleep and has a perfect star above each…
in the earliest possible day in the blue-headed noon I will telegraph you a boney hand decorated with
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...
the canaries were there, and the l… and the old woman with warts; and I was there, a child and I touched the piano keys as they talked—
I remember the Model-T. Sitting high, the running boards seemed friendly, and on cold days, in the mornings, and often at other times, my father had to fit the hand-crank into the front...