#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
we had goldfish and they circled a… in the bowl on the table near the… covering the picture window and my mother, always smiling, wanting… to be happy, told me, ‘be happy He…
I heard it first while screwing a… who had the biggest box in Scranton. I listened to it again as I wrote… to my mother
I get many phonecalls now. They are all alike. “are you Charles Bukowski, the writer?” “yes,” I tell them.
once bought a toy rabbit at a department store and now he sits and ponders me with pink sheer eyes: He wants golf balls and glass
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.
screen like a burglar to take your… the snake had crawled the hole, and she said, tell me about yourself.
My father always ran the neighborhood kids away from our house. I was told not to play with them but I walked down the street and watched them anyhow. “Hey, Heinie!” they yelled, “Why d...
red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”
each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire,
the girls were young and worked the streets but often couldn’t score, they
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...
she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite
stew at noon, my dear; and look: the ants, the sawdust, the mica plants, the shadows of banks like bad jokes; do you think we’ll hear
this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias
in grievous deity my cat walks around he walks around and around with electric tail and