#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I am watching a girl dressed in a light green sweater, blue shorts,… there is a necklace of some sort but her breasts are small, poor th… and she watches her nails
our marriage book, it says. I look through it. they lasted ten years. they were young once.
Her father really hated me. He thought I was after his money. I didn’t want his god damned money. And I didn’t even want his god damned precious daughter. The only time I ever saw him w...
I got back, made love to Lydia several times, got in a fight with her, and left L. A. International late one morning to give a reading in Arkansas. I was lucky enough to have a seat by ...
I know that some night in some bedroom soon my fingers will rift
I even hear the mountains the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the water the fish cry
and the sun wields mercy but like a jet torch carried to hi… and the jets whip across its sight and rockets leap like toads, and the boys get out the maps
in the center of the action you have to lay down like an anima… until it charges, you have to lay down
drive to the beach at night in the winter and sit and look at the burned-dow… wonder why they just let it sit th… in the water.
I got up for a glass of water and as I walked into the kitchen I saw Picasso walk up to Joyce and lick her ankle. I was barefooted and she didn’t hear me. She had on high heels. She loo...
The toughest in the station. Apartment houses with boxes that had scrubbed-out names or no names at all, under tiny lightbulbs in dark halls. Old ladies standing in halls, up and down t...
vain vanilla ladies strutting while van Gogh did it to himself. girls pulling on silk hose
R.O.T.C. (Reserve Officer Training Corps) was for the misfits. Like I said, it was either that or gym. I would have taken gym but I didn’t want people to sec the boils on my back. There...
The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry? it seems they want more, it seems almost as if they are angry
sway with me, everything sad— madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to figure