#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
like in a chair the color of the s… as you listen to lazy piano music and the aircraft overhead are not at war. where the last drink is as good as
“It’s the manager, Freddy. He has started whistling this song. He’s whistling it when I come in in the morning and he never stops, and he’s whistling it when I go home at night. It’s be...
listen, he said, you ever seen a b… bucket? no, I told him. well, what happens is that now and… will climb up on top of the others
sometimes I forget about him and h… innocence, almost idiotic, awkward… he liked walking over bridges and… to night I think about him, the wa… one felt space between his lines,…
they laugh continually even when a board falls down and destroys a face or distorts a
looking out the window smoking rolled cigarettes drinking Sanka and watching the workers come on in
the soldiers march without guns the graves are empty peacocks glide in the rain down stairways march great men smi… there is food enough and rent enou…
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and nothing.
the illusion is that you are simpl… reading this poem. the reality is that this is more than a poem.
—he’s a dandy —small moustache —usually sucking on a cigar he tends to lean into cars as he transacts business
16 years old during the depression I’d come home drunk and all my clothing— shorts, shirts, stockings—
she only fucks the ones she doesn’… to marry. to the others she says you’ve got to marry me. or maybe she just fucks the ones s…
It was a Wednesday night, 12:30 am and I was very sick. My stomach was raw, but I managed to hold down a few beers. Tammie was with me and she seemed sympathetic. Dancy was at her grand...
we are always asked to understand the other person’s viewpoint no matter how out—dated
dying has its rough edge. no escaping now. the warden has his eye on me. his bad eye. I’m doing hard time now.
