#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I keep thinking it will be outside now waiting for me blue front bumper twisted
the girls are coming home in their… and I sit by the window and watch. there’s a girl in a red dress driving a white car
My German doctor walked up. The one who had given me the blood tests. “Congratulations,” he said, shaking my hand, "it’s a girl. 9 pounds, 3 ounces.” “The mother will be all right. She ...
a house with 7 or 8 people living in it getting up the rent. there’s a stereo never used and a set of bongos
“...I’ve seen people in front of their typewriters in such a bind that it would blow their intestine… right out of their assholes if the… were trying to shit.”
bet on #6, I try red, I stare at… wonder what Chekhov would do, and… blue plates sit eating the carnage… and look very much like Russians a… my left tit and try to smile like…
A week later I was driving down Hollywood Boulevard with Lydia. A weekly entertainment newspaper published in California at that time had asked me to write an article on the life of the...
I feel gypped by dunces as if reality were the property of little men with luck and a headstart, and I sit in the cold
There were continual fights. The teachers didn’t seem to know anything about them. And there was always trouble when it rained. Any boy who brought an umbrella to school or wore a rainc...
the motion of the human heart: strangled over Missouri; sheathed in hot wax in Boston; burned like a potato in Norfolk; lost in the Allegheny Mountains;
I’m glad when they arrive and I’m glad when they leave I’m glad when I hear their heels approaching my door and I’m glad when those heels
Each night as I got ready to go on in, Joyce had my clothing laid out on the bed. Everything was the most expensive money could buy. I never wore the same pair of pants, the same shirt,...
she writes: you’ll be moaning and groaning in your poems about how I fucked those 2 guys last week.
no we can’t we can’t win it I’ve decided we can’t win it just for a while we thought we cou… but that was just for a while
here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in dra… here comes nothing to do all day l… here comes another night of no sle… here comes the phone ringing the w…