#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I was standing in line at the bank… when the old fellow in front of me dropped his glasses (luckily, with… case) and as he bent over
Joyce found a job with the county, the county Police Department, of all things. I was living with a cop! But at least it was during the day, which gave me a little rest from those fondl...
red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”
I was editing a little magazine at the time, The Laxative Approach. I had two co-editors and we felt that we were printing the best poets of our time. Also some of the other kind. One o...
got into my BMW and drove down to… pick up my American Express Gold… told the girl at the desk what I wanted. you’re Mr. Chinaski,” she
schoolgirls in pantyhose sitting on bus stop benches looking tired at 13 with their raspberry lipstick. it’s hot in the sun
the swans drown in bilge water, take down the signs, test the poisons, barricade the cow from the bull,
My mother went to her low-paying job each morning and my father, who didn’t have a job, left each morning too. Although most of the neighbors were unemployed he didn’t want them to thin...
The flies are angry bits of life; why are they so angry? it seems they want more, it seems almost as if they are angry
he walks up to my Volks after I have parked and rocks it back and forth grinning around his
Bach, I said, he had 20 children. he played the horses during the da… he f—ed at night and drank in the mornings. he wrote music in between.
in the Valkerie Mountains among the strutting peacocks I found a flower as large as my head
the dream of a man is a whore with a gold tooth and a garter belt, perfumed with false eyebrows
of course, I may die in the next t… and I’m ready for that but what I’m really worried about… that my editor—publisher might ret… even though he is ten years younge…
the boy walks with his muddy feet… soul talking about recitals, virtuosi,… the lesser known novels of Dostoev… talking about how he corrected a w…