#AmericanWriters #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
we take what we can see— the engines driving us mad, lovers finally hating; this fish in the market staring upward into our minds;
she only fucks the ones she doesn’… to marry. to the others she says you’ve got to marry me. or maybe she just fucks the ones s…
all the way from Mexico straight from the fields to 14 wins 13 by k.o. he was ranked #3
I get too many phone calls. they seek the creature out. they shouldn’t.
That summer, July 1934, they gunned down John Dillinger outside the movie house in Chicago. He never had a chance. The Lady in Red had fingered him. More than a year earlier the banks h...
There was this place. It stretched over the sea, it was built over the sea. An old place, but with a touch of class. We got a room on the first floor. You could hear the ocean running d...
the men phone and ask me that. are you really Charles Bukowski the writer? they ask. I’m a sometimes writer, I say, most often I don’t do anything.
This is advance notice that it is proposed to suspend you from duty without pay for 3 days or to take such other disciplinary action as may be determined to be appropriate. The proposed...
call it love stand it up in the failing light put it in a dress pray sing beg cry laugh
they found him walking along the f… all red in front he had taken a rusty tin can and cut off his sexual
Cecelia sat and watched us drink. I could see that I repulsed her. I ate meat. I had no god. I liked to fuck. Nature didn’t interest me. I never voted. I liked wars. Outer space bored m...
I was coming home from classes down Westview hill. I never had any books to carry. I passed my exams by listening to the class lectures and by guessing at the answers. I never had to cr...
he has on blue jeans and tennis sh… and walks with two young girls about his age. every now and then he leaps into the air and
the dream of a man is a whore with a gold tooth and a garter belt, perfumed with false eyebrows
Markov claims I am trying to stab his soul but I’d prefer his wife. put my feet on the coffee table and he says,