#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I’m out of matches. the springs in my couch are broken. they stole my footlocker. they stole my oil painting of
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…
I mean, I just slept I awoke with a fly on my elbow and I named the fly Benny then I killed him and then I got up and looked in th…
bluebird there’s a bluebird in my heart tha… wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, say, stay in there, I’m not going
I was a bum in San Francisco but… to go to a symphony concert along… and the music was good but somethi… audience was not and something about the orchestra
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...
my friend William is a fortunate m… he lacks the imagination to suffer he kept his first job his first wife can drive a car 50,000 miles
225 days under grass and you know more than I. they have long taken your blood, you are a dry stick in a basket. is this how it works?
he said, “I was working in Hollyw… working in Hollywood and he was the worst: he was too drunk to sta… end of the afternoon and so I had… into a taxi
cleaned my place the other day first time in ten years and found 100 rejected poems: fastened them all to a clipboard much bad reading.
as the poems go into the thousands… realize that you’ve created very little. it comes down to the rain, the sun… the traffic, the nights and the da…
“what?” they say, “you got a computer?” it’s like I have sold out to the enemy. I had no idea so many
I went to this place to see a movi… on tv Alexander the Great, and here come the armies ta ta ta
my grandfather was a tall German with a strange smell on his breath… he stood very straight in front of his small house and his wife hated him
at high noon at a small college near the beach sober the sweat running down my arms a spot of sweat on the table