#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
big sloppy wounded dog hit by a car and walking toward the curbing making enormous sounds
smoking a cigarette and noting a m… flattened out against the wall and died as organ music from centuries back… my black radio
turmoil is the god madness is the god permanent living peace is permanent living death. agony can kill
drive to the beach at night in the winter and sit and look at the burned-dow… wonder why they just let it sit th… in the water.
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...
starving there, sitting around the… and at night walking the streets f… hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to me, maybe it was,
it beats love because there aren’t… wounds: in the morning she turns on the radio, Brahms or… or Stravinsky or Mozart. she boil… eggs counting the seconds out loud…
I met a genius on the train today about 6 years old, he sat beside me and as the train
The subs themselves made Jonstone possible by obeying his impossible orders. I couldn’t see how a man of such obvious cruelty could be allowed to have his position. The regulars didn’t ...
I awaken about noon and go out to… in my old torn bathrobe. I’m hung over hair down in my eyes barefoot
225 days under grass and you know more than I. they have long taken your blood, you are a dry stick in a basket. is this how it works?
yes, they begin out in a willow, I… the starch mountains begin out in… and keep right on going without re… pumas and nectarines somehow these mountains are like
she wore a platinum blond wig and her face was rouged and powder… and she put the lipstick on making a huge painted mouth and her neck was wrinkled
I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this
our marriage book, it says. I look through it. they lasted ten years. they were young once.