#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
In the morning Dee Dee drove me to the Sunset Strip for breakfast. The Mercedes was black and shone in the sun. We drove past the billboards and the nightclubs and the fancy restaurants...
Curly Wagner picked out Morris Moscowitz. It was after school and eight or ten of us guys had heard about it and we walked out behind the gym to watch. Wagner laid down the rules, “We f...
this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias
the cockroach crouched against the tile while I was pissing and as I turned my head he hauled his butt
you just don’t know how to do it, you know that, and you can’t do a lot of other useful things either. it’s the fault of the
don’t worry about rejections, pard… I’ve been rejected before. sometimes you make a mistake, taki… the wrong poem
I read that he lost a suitcase ful… train and that they never were rec… I can’t match the agony of this but the other night I wrote a 3—pa… upon this computer
got out, fellow said, “hey!” walke… me, we shook hands, he slipped me… tickets for free car washes, “find… told him, walked on through to wai… area with wife, we sat on outside…
I was fairly drunk when it began and I took out my bottle and… along the way. I was reading a wee… Kandel and I did not look quite a… pretty but
I was casing next to G.G. early one morning. That’s what they called him: G.G. His actual name was George Greene. But for years he was simply called G.G. and after a while he looked lik...
Slipping keenly into bright ashes, target of vanilla tears your sure body lit candles for men on dark nights, and now your night is darker
It was hot that night at the reading, which was to be held at St. Mark’s Church. Tammie and I sat in what was used as the dressing room. Tammie found a full-length mirror leaning agains...
“what?” they say, “you got a computer?” it’s like I have sold out to the enemy. I had no idea so many
Christmas eve, alone, in a motel room down the coast near the Pacific— hear it?
twitching in the sheets— to face the sunlight again, that’s clearly trouble. I like the city better when the