#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
the rag. she sat there, glooming. I couldn’t do anything with her. it was raining. she got up and left.
One night my father took me on his milk route. There were no longer any horsedrawn wagons. The milk trucks now had engines. After loading up at the milk company we drove off on his rout...
knew you were a bad-ass,” he said. you sat in the back of Art class a… you never said anything. then I saw you in that brutal figh… with the guy with the dirty yellow
the weather is hot on the back of… which is down at Finkelstein’s who is gifted with 3 balls but no heart, but you’ve got to un… when the bull goes down
she was sitting in the window of room 1010 at the Chelsea in New York, Janis Joplin’s old room. it was 104 degrees
these women are supposed to come and see me but they never do. there’s the one with the long scar…
she’s not for you, man, she’s not your type, she’s erased she’s been used she’s got all the wrong
One day, just like in grammar school, like with David, a boy attached himself to me. He was small and thin and had almost no hair on top of his head. The guys called him Baldy. His real...
here they come these guys grey truck radio playing they are in a hurry
I have been looking at the same lampshade for 5 years and it has gathered
he walks up to my Volks after I have parked and rocks it back and forth grinning around his
she’s from Texas and weighs 103 pounds and stands before the mirror combing oceans of reddish hair
Katherine stayed 4 or 5 more days. We had reached the time of the month when it was risky for Katherine to fuck. I couldn’t stand rubbers. Katherine got some contraceptive foam. Meanwhi...
they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it all is.
I have been hanging here headless for so long that the body has forgotten