#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
she wrote me for years. “I’m drinking wine in the kitchen. it’s raining outside. the children are in school.” she was an average citizen
this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with newspapers stuffed into
half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the
Every night was about the same. I’d drive along the coast looking for a place to have dinner. I wanted an expensive place that wasn’t too crowded. I developed a nose for those places. I...
I was always a natural slob I liked to lay upon the bed in undershirt (stained, of course) (and with cigarette holes)
We came in low over Kansas City, the pilot said the temperature was 20 degrees, and there I was in my thin California sports coat and shirt, lightweight pants, summer stockings, and hol...
is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown
this Friday night the Mexican girls at the Catholic… look especially good their husbands are in the bars and the Mexican girls look young
and the subnormal. all through grammar school junior high high school junior college
in grievous deity my cat walks around he walks around and around with electric tail and
I was the last one off the plane and there was Joanna Dover. “Joanna, let’s have a Bloody Mary while we wait for my baggage. Oh hell, I don’t have any baggage. But let’s have a Bloody M...
she’s not for you, man, she’s not your type, she’s erased she’s been used she’s got all the wrong
each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire,
unaccountably we are alone forever alone and it was meant to be that way, was never meant
what’s bad about all this is watching people drinking coffee and waiting. I would