#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
saw him sitting in a lobby chair in the Patrick Hotel dreaming of flying fish and he said “hello friend you’re looking good.
being the German kid in the 20’s i… was difficult. there was much anti-German feeling… a carry-over from World War 1. gangs of kids chased me through th…
here I’m supposed to be a great po… and I’m sleepy in the afternoon here I am aware of death like a gi… charging at me and I’m sleepy in the afternoon
beheaded in the middle of the night scratching my sides I am covered with bites kick my white legs out of the shee…
murder the roaches spit out paper clips and the helicopter circles and cir… smelling for blood
as the orchid dies and the grass goes insane, let’s have one for the los… met an old man and a tired whore
When I awakened it was 1:30 pm. I took a bath, got dressed, checked the mail. A letter from a young man in Glendale. "Dear Mr. Chinaski: I am a young writer and I think that I am a good...
you gotta have wars suppose World War One was the bes… really, you know, both sides were… they really had something to fight… they really thought they had somet…
when you’re young a pair of female high-heeled shoes just sitting
let me speak as a friend although the centuries hang between us and neither you nor I can see the moon. be careful less the onion blind th…
the illusion is that you are simpl… reading this poem. the reality is that this is more than a poem.
there are worse things than being alone but it often takes decades to realize this and most often
there are many single women in the… with one or two or three children and one wonders where the husbands have gone or where the lovers have gone
am sitting on a tin chair outside… death, on stinking wings, wafts th… halls forevermore. remember the hospital stenches fro… was a boy and when I was a man and…
out of the arms of one love and into the arms of another I have been saved from dying on th… by a lady who smokes pot writes songs and stories,
