#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Four or five days passed. The phone rang. It was Tammie. “Listen, Hank. You know that little bridge you cross in your car when you drive to my mother’s place?” “Well, right by there the...
boy, don’t come around here tellin… can’t cut it, that they’re pitching you low and insid… they are conspiring against you, that all you want is a chance but…
the hearse comes through the room… the beheaded, the disappeared, the… mad. the flies are a glue of sticky pas… their wings will not
the droll noon where squadrons of worms creep up like stripteasers to be raped by blackbirds. I go outside
sleep at Lila’s and in the morning we get the breakfast special at th… then it’s up to her friend Buffy’s… Buffy has boy twins, father in dou… in a $150-a-month apt.
first they used to, he told me, gun and bomb the elephants, you could hear their screams over… but you flew high to bomb the peop… you never saw it,
the pleasures of the damned are limited to brief moments of happiness: like the eyes in the look of a dog… like a square of wax,
there are these small cliffs above the sea and it is night, late night; I have been unable to sleep, and with my car above me
R.O.T.C. kept me away from sports while the other guys practiced every day. They made the school teams, won their letters and got the girls. My days were spent mostly marching around in...
swans die in the Spring too and there it floated dead on a Sunday sideways circling in the current
outside my window Sunday. I am eating a grapefruit. church is over at the… Orthodox to the west.
since my last name was Fuch, he sa… believe the school yard was tough:… powder down my neck, threw gravel… with rubber bands in class, and ou… me names, well, one name mainly, o…
To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine— just a lightbulb
I am in this low—slung sports car painted a deep, rich yellow driving under an Italian sun. I have a British accent. I’m wearing dark shades
We are like roses that have never… bloom when we should have bloomed… it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting