#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
It was noon the next day when the phone rang. It was Lydia again. I heard a long insane wail like a wolverine shot in the arctic snow and left to bleed and die alone. . . . I slept most...
sitting in a dark bedroom with 3 j… female. brown paper bags filled with trash… everywhere. is one-thirty in the afternoon.
listening to Wagner as outside in the dark the wind bl… trees wave and shake lights go off and on the walls creak and the… bed...
these boys have got class they ought to make kings out of old men rolling cigarettes in rooms small enough
and the subnormal. all through grammar school junior high high school junior college
good weather is like good women— it doesn’t always happen and when it does
the old folks play a game in the park overlooking the sea shoving markers across cement with wooden sticks. four play, two on each side
shot off his left ear then his right, and then tore off his belt buckle with hot lead, and then
30 dogs, 20 men on 20 horses and o… and look here, they write, you are a dupe for the state, the… you are in the ego-dream, read your history, study the monet…
this head like a saucer decorated with everything as lip to lip we hang in mechanical joy; my hands blaze with arias
we are gathered here now to bury her in this poem. she did not marry an unemployed wi… beat her every
like in a chair the color of the s… as you listen to lazy piano music and the aircraft overhead are not at war. where the last drink is as good as
stuck in the rain on the freeway,… these are the lucky ones, these ar… dutifully employed, most with thei… as possible as they try not to thi… this is our new civilization: as m…
I took Tammie. We got there a little early and went to a bar across the street. We got a table. “Now don’t drink too much, Hank. You know how you slur your words and miss your lines whe...
Meanwhile, there was still Joyce, and her geraniums, and a couple of million if I could hang on. Joyce and the flies and the geraniums. I worked the night shift, 12 hours, and she pawed...