#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
there are many single women in the… with one or two or three children and one wonders where the husbands have gone or where the lovers have gone
he was just a cat cross-eyed, dirty white with pale blue eyes
Not much happened during the rest of her stay. We drank, we ate, we fucked. There were no arguments. We took long drives down along the shore, ate at seafood cafes. I didn’t bother with...
red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”
too much too little too fat too thin or nobody.
she was a short one getting fat and she had once been beautiful and she drank the wine she drank the wine in bed and
sleepy now at 4 a.m. hear the siren of a white ambulance,
at the window I watch a man with a power mower the sounds of his doing race like flies and bees
sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;
the phone rang at 1:30 a.m. and it was a man from Denver: “Chinaski, you got a following in Denver...” “yeah?”
cleaned my place the other day first time in ten years and found 100 rejected poems: fastened them all to a clipboard much bad reading.
nobody goes downtown anymore the plants and trees have been cut… Pershing Square the grass is brown and the street preachers are not a…
We drank all day and that night I tried again to make love to Mindy. I was astounded and dismayed to find she had a large pussy. An extra large pussy. I hadn’t noticed it the night befo...
The next day I sat in the hall in my green tin chair, waiting to be called. Across from me sat a man who had something wrong with his nose. It was very red and very raw and very fat and...
I am in this low—slung sports car painted a deep, rich yellow driving under an Italian sun. I have a British accent. I’m wearing dark shades