#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
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...
shot in the eye shot in the brain shot in the ass shot like a flower in the dance amazing how death wins hands down
the centerfielder turns rushes back reaches up his glove and
naked along the side of the house, 8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oil over my body, Jesus, have I come to this? I once battled in dark alleys for…
the legs are gone and the hopes—th… and I haven’t shaved in sixteen da… but the mailman still makes his ro… water still comes out of the fauce… myself with glazed and milky eyes…
she lived in Galveston and was int… T.M. and I went down to visit her and w… continually even though it was ver… weather
almost dawn blackbirds on the telephone wire waiting as I eat yesterday’s forgotten sandwich
it sits outside my window now like and old woman going to market… it sits and watches me, it sweats nevously through wire and fog and dog—bark
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 guy in the front court can’t speak English, he’s Greek, a rather stupid-looking and fairly ugly man. now my landlord does some painting…
the girls were young and worked the streets but often couldn’t score, they
the virus holds the concepts give way like rotten shoelaces toothache and bacon dance on the lawn
her shoes themselves would light my room like many candles. she walks like all things shining on glass,
Julio came by with his guitar and… latest song. Julio was famous, he wrote songs a… published books of little drawings… poems.
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 ...