#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
old Butch, they fixed him the girls don’t look like much anymore. when Big Sam moved out of the back
stepped into the wrong end of the… right leg which was bad to begin w… with a tv writer and an actor, som… life to make a sitcom and luckily… day at the track I get a box seat…
I’ve come by, she says, to tell yo… that this is it. I’m not kidding,… over. this is it. I sit on the couch watching her ar… her long red hair before my bedroo…
what you see is what you see: madhouses are rarely on display. that we still walk about and scratch ourselves and light
she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists
terrible arguments. and, at last, lying peacefully on her large bed which is spread in red with cool patterns o…
call it love stand it up in the failing light put it in a dress pray sing beg cry laugh
the old fart, he used his literary… to reel them in one at a time, each younger than the last. he liked to meet them for luncheon… wine
listening to Wagner as outside in the dark the wind bl… trees wave and shake lights go off and on the walls creak and the… bed...
It was another Sunday that we got into the Model-T in search of my Uncle John. “He has no ambition,” said my father. “I don’t see how he can hold his god-damned head up and look people ...
as I go to the escalator young fellow and a lovely young gi… are ahead of me. her pants, her blouse are skintigh… as we ascend
Katherine stayed 4 or 5 more days. We had reached the time of the month when it was risky for Katherine to fuck. I couldn’t stand rubbers. Katherine got some contraceptive foam. Meanwhi...
Graduation Day. We filed in with our caps and gowns to “Pomp and Circumstance.” I suppose that in our three years we must have learned something. Our ability to spell had probably impro...
washed—up, on shore, the old yello… out again I write from the bed as I did last year.
I awakened to dryness and the fern… the potted plants yellow as corn; my woman was gone and the empty bottles like bled co… surrounded me with their uselessne…