#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
he got knifed in broad daylight, c… holding his hands over his gut, dr… on the pavement. nobody waiting in line left their… he made it to the Mission doorway,…
the lair of the hunted is hidden in the last place you’d ever look and even if you find it you won’t believe
my doctor has just come into his o… from surgery. he meets me in the men’s john. “God damn,” he says to me, “where did you find her? oh, I jus…
I had agreed to give a reading up north. It was the afternoon before the reading and I was sitting in an apartment at the Holiday Inn drinking beer with Joe Washington, the promoter, an...
the weather is hot on the back of… which is down at Finkelstein’s who is gifted with 3 balls but no heart, but you’ve got to un… when the bull goes down
I am driving down Wilton Avenue when this girl of about 15 dressed in tight blue jeans that grip her behind like two hand… steps out in front of my car
the blazing shark wants my balls as I walk through the meat section looking for salami and cheese purple housewives
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
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...
a woman, a tire that’s flat, a disease, a desire: fears in front of you, fears that hold so still
good weather is like good women— it doesn’t always happen and when it does
I was surprised the next morning when April knocked on the door. April was the one on ATD who had been at Harry Ascot’s party and who had left with the speed freak. It was 11 am. April ...
I have just spent one—hour—and—a—h… handicapping tomorrow’s card. when am I going to get at the poem… well, they’ll just have to wait
I cut the middle fingernail of the… finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt
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.