#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
they took my man off the street the other day he wore an L.A. Rams sweatshirt w… the sleeves cut off
drunk again at 3 a.m. at the end o… of wine, I have typed from a dozen… poesy an old man maddened for the flesh of young gi…
The next day was Saturday and Debra cooked us breakfast. “Are you coming antique hunting with us today?” We ate in silence for a while, then she said, “I liked your reading at The Lance...
unaccountably we are alone forever alone and it was meant to be that way, was never meant
in the hospitals and jails it’s the worst in madhouses it’s the worst in penthouses
here I am in the ground my mouth open and
old grey-haired waitresses in cafes at night have given it up, and as I walk down sidewalks of light and look into windows
The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry? it seems they want more, it seems almost as if they are angry
I made practice runs down to skid row to get ready for my future. I didn’t like what I saw down there. Those men and women had no special daring or brilliance. They wanted what everybod...
The next night as they moved the group from the main build– ing to the training building, I stopped to talk to Gus the old newsboy. Gus had once been 3rd-ranked welterweight contender b...
I got back, made love to Lydia several times, got in a fight with her, and left L. A. International late one morning to give a reading in Arkansas. I was lucky enough to have a seat by ...
I have a saying, “the tough ones a… back.” but Vera was kinder than most, and so I was surprised when she arrived that night
In bed I had something in front o… “Sorry, baby,” I said. Then I ro… Then something awakened me. It wa… “Go, baby, go!” I told her. I arched my back now and then. Sh…
half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the
one of the terrible things is really being in bed night after night with a woman you no longer