#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
this man sometimes forgets who he is. sometimes he thinks he’s the Pope. other times he thinks he’s a
Long walks at night— that’s what good for the soul: peeking into windows watching tired housewives trying to fight off
Lydia liked parties. And Harry was a party-giver. So we were on our way to Harry Ascot’s. Harry was the editor of Retort, a little magazine. His wife wore long see-through dresses, show...
hooray say the roses, today is bla… and we are red as blood. hooray say the roses, today is Wed… and we bloom wher soldiers fell and lovers too,
I’ve come by, she says, to tell yo… that this is it. I’m not kidding,… over. this is it. I sit on the couch watching her ar… her long red hair before my bedroo…
welcome to my wormy hell. the music grinds off-key. fish eyes watch from the wall. this is where the last happy shot… fired.
I went over the other day to pick up my daughter. her mother came out with workman’s overalls on. I gave her the child support money
Well, I took the scheme sheet and I related everything to sex and age. This guy lived in this house with 3 women. He belt-whipped one (her name was the name of the street and her age th...
are more beautiful than movie stars and they lounge on the lawn sunbathing
“your poems about the girls will s… 50 years from now when the girls a… my editor phones me. dear editor: the girls appear to be gone
this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias
once starving in Philadelphia I had a small room it was evening going into night and I stood at my window on the 3r…
we fought for 17 days inside that… thrusting and counter-thrusting but finally she got away and I walked outside and spit
dogs and angels are not very different. I often go to this place to eat about 2:30 in the afternoon
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...