#Americans #XXCentury
cigarettes wetted with beer from the night before you light one gag open the door for air
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,
you go for these wenches, she said… you go for these whores, I’ll bore you. I don’t want to be shit on anymore… I said,
call it th e green house effect or… but it just doesn’t rain like it used to. particularly remember the rains of… depression era.
John F. Kennedy flower knocks upo… shot through the neck; the gladiolas gather by the dozens… India dripping into Ceylon;
kool enough to die but not kill I take my doctor’s green pill drink tea as the sharks swim through vases o…
It was about a week later around 7 a.m. I had lucked into another day off and after a double workout, I was up against Joyce’s ass, her asshole, sleeping, verily sleeping, and then the ...
the old folks play a game in the park overlooking the sea shoving markers across cement with wooden sticks. four play, two on each side
the best often die by their own ha… just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody
We continued drinking. Cecelia had just one more and stopped. “I want to go out and look at the moon and stars,” she said. “It’s so beautiful out!” She went outside by the swimming pool...
We came in low over Kansas City, the pilot said the temperature was 20 degrees, and there I was in my thin California sports coat and shirt, lightweight pants, summer stockings, and hol...
There was death in that place on the hill. I knew it the first day I walked out the screen door and into the backyard. A zing– ing binging buzzing whining sound came right at me: 10,000...
My mother went to her low-paying job each morning and my father, who didn’t have a job, left each morning too. Although most of the neighbors were unemployed he didn’t want them to thin...
I get too many phone calls. they seek the creature out. they shouldn’t.
The next morning Tammie found a prescription in her purse. “I’ve got to get this filled,” she said. “Look at it.” It was wrinkled and the ink had run. “Well, he tried to get this prescr...