#Americans #XXCentury #1993 #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
they took my man off the street the other day he wore an L.A. Rams sweatshirt w… the sleeves cut off
she sits on the floor going through a cardboard box reading me love letters I have wri… while her 4 year old daughter lies… wrapped in a pink blanket and
light brown stare that dumb blank marvelous light brown stare I’ll take care of it.
I know a woman who keeps buying puzzles Chinese puzzles blocks
a woman, a tire that’s flat, a disease, a desire: fears in front of you, fears that hold so still
The funeral was to be at 10:30 a.m. but it was already hot. I had on a cheap black suit, bought and fitted in a rush. It was my first new suit in years. I had located the son. We drove ...
After nine or ten hours people began getting sleepy and falling into their cases, catching themselves just in time. We were working the zoned mail. If a letter read zone 28 you stuck it...
all the women all their kisses the different ways they love and talk and need. their ears they all have
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
I suppose it’s raining in some Sp… while I’m feeling bad like this; I’d like to think so now.
I forget the beginning time. 6 or 7 p.m. Something like that. All you did was sit with a handful of letters, take a streetmap and figure your run. It was easy. All the drivers took much...
the house next door makes me sad. both man and wife rise early and go to work. they arrive home in early evening.
My father always ran the neighborhood kids away from our house. I was told not to play with them but I walked down the street and watched them anyhow. “Hey, Heinie!” they yelled, “Why d...
my friend is worried about dying he lives in Frisco I live in L.A. he goes to the gym and works with the iron and hits
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.