#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
my grandfather was a tall German with a strange smell on his breath… he stood very straight in front of his small house and his wife hated him
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
she was in her orange Volks waitin… as I walked up the street with 2 six packs and a pint of sco… and she jumped out and began grabbing the beerbottles…
So gramps wrote Joyce a big check and there we were. We rented a little house up on a hill, and then Joyce got this stupid moralistic thing. “We both ought to get jobs,” Joyce said, “to...
waiting for death like a cat that will jump on the bed I am so very sorry for
a woman told a man when he got off a plane that I was dead. a magazine printed the fact that I was dead
starving there, sitting around the… and at night walking the streets f… hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to me, maybe it was,
once starving in Philadelphia I had a small room it was evening going into night and I stood at my window on the 3r…
the ladies of summer will die like… and the lie the ladies of summer will love so long as the price is not forever
sun-stroked women without men on a Santa Monica Monday; the men are working or in jail or insane;
we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…
this one always arrives at the wrong time a basically good sort I suppose an honest man
absolutely sesamoid said the skeleton shoving his chalky foot upon my desk, and that was it,
sit on this bench and look at the sea and the freaks and the lovers. need new eyes a new mouth new pillows, a new woman.
I’m in bed. it’s morning and I hear: where are your socks? please get dressed!