#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
Shirley came to town with a broken… and met the Chicano who smoked long slim cigars and they got a place together on Beacon street
now the territory is taken, the sacrificial lambs have been sl… as history is scratched again on t… as the bankers scurry to survive, as the young girls paint their hun…
I took it home, opened the beer, got into bed and began. It started well. It was about how Janko had lived in small rooms and starved while trying to find a job. He had trouble with the...
Lydia had two children; Tonto, a boy of 8, and Lisa, the little girl of 5 who had interrupted our first fuck. We were together at the table one night eating dinner. Things were going we...
schoolgirls in pantyhose sitting on bus stop benches looking tired at 13 with their raspberry lipstick. it’s hot in the sun
I have been hanging here headless for so long that the body has forgotten
we buy the scandal sheets at the s… get into bed and eat pretzels and… the church bells ring and the dogs… we turn on the tv and watch very b… then she goes down and brings up i…
the history of melancholia includes all of us. me, I writhe in dirty sheets while staring at blue walls and nothing.
One Sunday Jimmy talked me into going to the beach with him. He wanted to go swimming. I didn’t want to he seen wearing swimming trunks because my hack was covered with boils and scars....
you no faces no faces at all laughing at nothing—
if you’re going to try, go all the way. otherwise, don’t even start. if you’re going to try, go all the way.
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...
blue fish, the blue night, a blue… everything is blue. and my cats are blue: blue fur, bl… blue whiskers, blue eyes. my bed lamp shines
sick with the flu drinking beer my radio on loud enough to overcome the sounds of the
They don’t make it the beautiful die in flame— suicide pills, rat poison, rope wh… ever... they rip their arms off,