#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
like the fox run with the hunted and if I’m not the happiest man on earth
my grandmother had a serious gas problem. we only saw her on Sunday. she’d sit down to dinner and she’d have gas.
nobody goes downtown anymore the plants and trees have been cut… Pershing Square the grass is brown and the street preachers are not a…
I can’t have it and you can’t have it and we won’t get it so don’t bet on it
Sara was preparing the turkey dressing and I sat in the kitchen talking to her. We were both sipping white wine. The phone rang. I went and got it. It was Debra. “I just wanted to wish ...
the branches break, the birds fall… the whores stand straight, the bombs stack, evening, morning, night, peanutbutter,
16 years old during the depression I’d come home drunk and all my clothing— shorts, shirts, stockings—
crud, he said, hauling it out of the water, what is it? a Hollow-Back June Whale, I said… no, said a guy standing by us on t…
he carried a piece of carbon, a blade and a whip and at night he feared his head and covered it with blankets
cigarettes wetted with beer from the night before you light one gag open the door for air
little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won’t flinch and
she was sitting in the window of room 1010 at the Chelsea in New York, Janis Joplin’s old room. it was 104 degrees
it was up in San Francisco after my poetry reading. it had been a nice crowd I had gotten my money I had this place upstairs
my mother, father and I walked to the market once a week for our government relief food: cans of beans, cans of
The next night Bobby and Valerie came over. They had recently moved into my apartment building and now lived across the court. Bobby had on his tight knit shirt. Everything always fitte...