#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I had been corresponding with a lady in San Francisco for several months. Her name was Liza Weston and she survived by giving dance lessons, including ballet, in her own studio. She was...
places to hunt places to hide are getting harder to find, and pet canaries and goldfish too, did you… that?
terrible arguments. and, at last, lying peacefully on her large bed which is spread in red with cool patterns o…
look there. the one you considered killing you… for. you saw her the other day getting out of her car
murder the roaches spit out paper clips and the helicopter circles and cir… smelling for blood
bet on #6, I try red, I stare at… wonder what Chekhov would do, and… blue plates sit eating the carnage… and look very much like Russians a… my left tit and try to smile like…
I can see myself now after all these suicide days and n… being wheeled out of one of those… (of course, this is only if I get… by a subnormal and bored nurse
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
By the time they called me to dinner I was able to pull up my clothing and walk to the breakfast nook where we ate all our meals except on Sunday. There were two pillows on my chair. I ...
They had this thing called Training Class, and so for 30 minutes each night, anyhow, we didn’t have to stick mail. A big Italiano got up on the lecture platform to tell us where it was....
the centerfielder turns rushes back reaches up his glove and
the essence of the belly like a white balloon sacked is disturbing like the running of feet on the stairs
he came to the door one night wet… terrorized white cross-eyed tailless cat took him in and fed him and he sta… grew to trust me until a friend dr…
what i liked about e.e. cummings was that he cut away from the holiness of the word and with charm
Making love in the sun, in the mor… in a hotel room above the alley where poor men poke for bottles; making love in the sun
