#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
schoolgirls in pantyhose sitting on bus stop benches looking tired at 13 with their raspberry lipstick. it’s hot in the sun
I think of automobiles parked in a parking lot when I think of myself dead I think of frying pans when I think of myself dead
But then it began raining again. The Stone had me out on a thing called Sunday Collection, and if you’re thinking of church, forget it. You picked up a truck at West Garage and a clipbo...
she was in her orange Volks waitin… as I walked up the street with 2 six packs and a pint of sco… and she jumped out and began grabbing the beerbottles…
I came out of the bar and checked the message board. The plane was on time. Katherine was in the air and moving towards me. I sat down and waited. Across from me was a well-groomed woma...
In the morning Dee Dee drove me to the Sunset Strip for breakfast. The Mercedes was black and shone in the sun. We drove past the billboards and the nightclubs and the fancy restaurants...
Making love in the sun, in the mor… in a hotel room above the alley where poor men poke for bottles; making love in the sun
red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”
the branches break, the birds fall… the whores stand straight, the bombs stack, evening, morning, night, peanutbutter,
I have been looking at the same lampshade for 5 years and it has gathered
I have been hanging here headless for so long that the body has forgotten
ah, Merryman, fighter on the docks, killed a man while they were unloa… bananas. mean the man he killed
Markov claims I am trying to stab his soul but I’d prefer his wife. put my feet on the coffee table and he says,
he walks up to my Volks after I have parked and rocks it back and forth grinning around his
I’m out of matches. the springs in my couch are broken. they stole my footlocker. they stole my oil painting of