#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
well, first Mae West died and then George Raft, and Eddie G. Robinson’s been gone long time,
I would, of course, prefer to be w… instead of with a photograph of an… to the sound of the anvil chorus a… girls kicking high, showing everyt… but I might as well be dead right…
Van Gogh cut off his ear gave it to a prostitute who flung it away in extreme
the hearse comes through the room… the beheaded, the disappeared, the… mad. the flies are a glue of sticky pas… their wings will not
had lost the last race big somebody had stolen my coat could feel the flu coming on and my tires were low. I went in to get a
he drank wine all night of the 28th, and he kept thinking of her: the way she walked and talked and… the way she told him things that s… but were not, and he knew the colo…
the dead can sleep they don’t get up and rage they don’t have a wife. her white face like a flower in a closed
Then I developed a new system at the racetrack. I pulled in $3,000 in a month and a half while only going to the track two or three times a week. I began to dream. I saw a little house ...
I went up to Tammie’s place with my cardboard cartons. First I got the items she mentioned. Then I found other things—other dresses and blouses, shoes, an iron, a hair dryer, Dancy’s cl...
at the hospital that I have been going to the nurses seem overweight. they are bulky in their
call it th e green house effect or… but it just doesn’t rain like it used to. particularly remember the rains of… depression era.
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 out of matches. the springs in my couch are broken. they stole my footlocker. they stole my oil painting of
the blazing shark wants my balls as I walk through the meat section looking for salami and cheese purple housewives
murder the roaches spit out paper clips and the helicopter circles and cir… smelling for blood