#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I have been looking at the same lampshade for 5 years and it has gathered
it is not very good to not get through whether it’s the wall the human mind
The phone rang the next morning. Lydia had gone back to her place. It was Bobby, the kid who lived in the next block and worked in the porno bookstore. “Mindy’s down here. She wants you...
call it love stand it up in the failing light put it in a dress pray sing beg cry laugh
I heard it first while screwing a… who had the biggest box in Scranton. I listened to it again as I wrote… to my mother
I went over the other day to pick up my daughter. her mother came out with workman’s overalls on. I gave her the child support money
the guy in the front court can’t speak English, he’s Greek, a rather stupid-looking and fairly ugly man. now my landlord does some painting…
I can’t have it and you can’t have it and we won’t get it so don’t bet on it
she was sitting in the window of room 1010 at the Chelsea in New York, Janis Joplin’s old room. it was 104 degrees
That evening the phone rang. It was Mercedes. I had met her after giving a poetry reading at Venice Beach. She was about 28, fair body, pretty good legs, a blonde about 5~feet-5, a blue...
I used to know a dutchman in a Ph… he’d take 3 raw eggs in his beer, 71, still working, strong,
and the sun wields mercy but like a jet torch carried to hi… and the jets whip across its sight and rockets leap like toads, and the boys get out the maps
a great white light dawns across t… continent as we fawn over our failed traditi… often kill to preserve them or sometimes kill just to kill.
he has on blue jeans and tennis sh… and walks with two young girls about his age. every now and then he leaps into the air and
It was noon the next day when the phone rang. It was Lydia again. I heard a long insane wail like a wolverine shot in the arctic snow and left to bleed and die alone. . . . I slept most...