#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
light brown stare that dumb blank marvelous light brown stare I’ll take care of it.
the swans drown in bilge water, take down the signs, test the poisons, barricade the cow from the bull,
Cleo’s going to make it now she’s got her shit together she split with Barney Barney wasn’t good for her she got a bigger apartment
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...
feet of cheese coffeepot soul hands that hate poolsticks eyes like paperclips I prefer red wine
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.
sitting in a dark bedroom with 3 j… female. brown paper bags filled with trash… everywhere. is one-thirty in the afternoon.
Then the supervisor moved us to a new aisle. We had been there ten hours. “Before you begin,” the soup said, "I want to tell you some– thing. Each tray of this type of mail must be stuc...
he drank wine all night of the 28th, and he kept thinking of her: the way she walked and talked and… the way she told him things that s… but were not, and he knew the colo…
dying for a beer dying for and of life on a windy afternoon in Hollywood listening to symphony music from m… on the floor.
they photograph you on your porch and on your couch and standing in the courtyard or leaning against your car these photographers
I don’t know how it happens to people. I had child support, need for something to drink, rent, shoes, shirts, socks, all that stuff. Like everyone else I needed an old car, something to...
the vultures at the zoo (all three of them) sit very quietly in their caged tree and below
I was surprised the next morning when April knocked on the door. April was the one on ATD who had been at Harry Ascot’s party and who had left with the speed freak. It was 11 am. April ...
very tall girl lifts her nose at m… outside a supermarket as if I were a walking garbage can; and I had no desire for her, no more desire