#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”
I feel gypped by dunces as if reality were the property of little men with luck and a headstart, and I sit in the cold
Fay was all right with the pregnancy. For an old gal, she was all right. We waited around at our place. Finally the time came. “It won’t be long,” she said. “I don’t want to get there t...
one of Lorca’s best lines is, “agony, always agony ...” think of this when you
there’s Barry in his ripped walkin… he’s on Thorazine is 24 looks 38 lives with his mother in the same
he got knifed in broad daylight, c… holding his hands over his gut, dr… on the pavement. nobody waiting in line left their… he made it to the Mission doorway,…
I have been looking at the same lampshade for 5 years and it has gathered
welcome to my wormy hell. the music grinds off-key. fish eyes watch from the wall. this is where the last happy shot… fired.
terror finally becomes almost bearable but never quite terror creeps like a cat crawls like a cat
I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this
all the women all their kisses the different ways they love and talk and need. their ears they all have
I was 50 years old and hadn’t been to bed with a woman for four years. I had no women friends. I looked at them as I passed them on the streets or wherever I saw them, but I looked at t...
They had me in the counselor’s office in one of the back rooms of the second floor. “Let me see how you look, Chinaski.” He looked at me. “All right, Mr. Chinaski, we’d like to know whe...
I drank for the next week. I drank night and day and wrote 25 or 30 mournful poems about lost love. It was Friday night when the phone rang. It was Mercedes. “I got married,” she said, ...
A day or so later I got a poem in the mail from Lydia. It was a long poem and it began: Come out, old troll, Come out of your dark hole, old troll, Come out into the sunlight with us an...