#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I had Fridays and Saturdays off, which made Sunday the roughest day. Plus the fact that on Sunday they made me report at 3:30 p.m. instead of my usual 6:18 p.m. This Sunday I went in an...
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...
kool enough to die but not kill I take my doctor’s green pill drink tea as the sharks swim through vases o…
call it th e green house effect or… but it just doesn’t rain like it used to. particularly remember the rains of… depression era.
they photograph you on your porch and on your couch and standing in the courtyard or leaning against your car these photographers
to be writing poetry at the age of… like a schoolboy, surely, I must be crazy; racetracks and booze and arguments with the landlord;
remember, he told me, that when I… years old my mother was always tak… to the doctor and saying, “he hasn… she was always asking me, “have yo… pooped?”
I don’t beat the walls with my fis… I just sit but it rushes in a tide of it. the woman in the court behind me h…
I suppose so. I was living in an attic in Phila… it became very hot in the summer a… bars. I didn’t have any money and… I put a small ad in the paper and…
they say that nothing is wasted: either that or it all is.
Shirley came to town with a broken… and met the Chicano who smoked long slim cigars and they got a place together on Beacon street
I cross the room to the last wall the last window the last pink sun with its arms around the world
during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores
all of a sudden I’m a painter. a girl from Galveston gives me $50 for a painting of a man holding a candycane while floating in a darkened sky.
the bulls are grand as the side of… and although they kill them for th… it is the bull that burns the fire… and although there are cowardly bu… there are cowardly matadors and co…