#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I paid this one’s fare all the way… to San Francisco then flew up to meet her at her br… and I got drunk and talked all night about a redhe…
I used to hold my social security… up in the air, he told me, but I was so small they couldn’t see it,
I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot
Lydia liked parties. And Harry was a party-giver. So we were on our way to Harry Ascot’s. Harry was the editor of Retort, a little magazine. His wife wore long see-through dresses, show...
shot in the eye shot in the brain shot in the ass shot like a flower in the dance amazing how death wins hands down
remember, he told me, that when I… years old my mother was always tak… to the doctor and saying, “he hasn… she was always asking me, “have yo… pooped?”
I think of automobiles parked in a parking lot when I think of myself dead I think of frying pans when I think of myself dead
Somehow the money slipped away after that and soon I left the track and sat around in my apartment waiting for the 90 days’ leave to run out. My nerves were raw from the drinking and th...
what is it about lobsters and crab… those white-pink shells that always make me hungry just looking at them there in the butcher’s display case
I didn’t do much the rest of the week. The Oaktree meet was on. I went to the track 2 or 3 times, broke even. I wrote a dirty story for a sex mag, wrote 10 or 12 poems, masturbated, and...
Lydia phoned me in the morning. “Whenever you get drunk,” she said, “I’m going out dancing. I went to the Red Umbrella last night and I asked men to dance with me. A woman has a right t...
New Year’s Eve was another bad night for me to get through. My parents had always delighted in New Year’s Eve, listening to it approach on the radio, city by city, until it arrived in L...
my mother knocked on my rooming-ho… and came in looked in the dresser drawer: Henry you don’t have any clean stockings?
Bobby’s wife worked two nights a week and when she was gone he got on the telephone. I knew that on Tuesday and Thursday nights he would be lonely. It was Tuesday night when the phone r...
I can remember starving in a small room in a strange city shades pulled down, listening to classical music I was young I was so young it hur…