#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias
Jimmy Hatcher worked part time in a grocery store. While none of us could get jobs he could always get one. He had his little movie star face and his mother had a great body. With his f...
call it love stand it up in the failing light put it in a dress pray sing beg cry laugh
am sitting on a tin chair outside… death, on stinking wings, wafts th… halls forevermore. remember the hospital stenches fro… was a boy and when I was a man and…
shot in the eye shot in the brain shot in the ass shot like a flower in the dance amazing how death wins hands down
—he’s a dandy —small moustache —usually sucking on a cigar he tends to lean into cars as he transacts business
John F. Kennedy flower knocks upo… shot through the neck; the gladiolas gather by the dozens… India dripping into Ceylon;
I’m big I suppose that’s why my women alwa… small but this 6 foot goddess who deals in real estate
Graduation Day. We filed in with our caps and gowns to “Pomp and Circumstance.” I suppose that in our three years we must have learned something. Our ability to spell had probably impro...
as I go to the escalator young fellow and a lovely young gi… are ahead of me. her pants, her blouse are skintigh… as we ascend
she bent over the side of the bed and opened the portfolio along the side of the wall. we were drinking. she said, “you promised me these
the balance is preserved by the sn… the Santa Monica cliffs; the luck is in walking down Wester… and having the girls in a massage parlor holler at you, “Hello, Swe…
I remember the Model-T. Sitting high, the running boards seemed friendly, and on cold days, in the mornings, and often at other times, my father had to fit the hand-crank into the front...
I had been sleeping on a terrible mattress with the springs sticking into me for several years. That afternoon when I awakened I pulled the mattress off the bed, dragged it outside, and...
The next morning Tammie found a prescription in her purse. “I’ve got to get this filled,” she said. “Look at it.” It was wrinkled and the ink had run. “Well, he tried to get this prescr...