#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
sometimes you climb out of bed in… I’m not going to make it, but you… remembering all the times you’ve f… you walk to the bathroom, do your… in the mirror, oh my oh my oh my,…
in grievous deity my cat walks around he walks around and around with electric tail and
Just give me a little atomic bomb Not too mutch just a little Enough to kill a horse in the stre… But there aren’t any horses in the… Enough to knock the flowers from a…
the rag. she sat there, glooming. I couldn’t do anything with her. it was raining. she got up and left.
at the track today, Father’s Day, each paid admission was entitled to a wallet and each contained a
swans die in the Spring too and there it floated dead on a Sunday sideways circling in the current
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…
Lydia returned and found a nice apartment in the Burbank area. She seemed to care a lot more for me than before we parted. “My husband had this big cock and that’s all he had. He had no...
I got his ashes, she said, and I… out to sea and I scattered his ash… they didn’t even look like ashes and the urn was weighted with
at North Avenue 21 drunk tank you… there was always some guy who woul… way to the crapper and then you would curse him good,… he would know enough to either be…
this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with newspapers stuffed into
for five years I have been looking across the way at the side of a red apartment hou… there must be people in there even love in there
Long walks at night— that’s what good for the soul: peeking into windows watching tired housewives trying to fight off
Wednesday night found me at the airport waiting for Iris. I sat around and looked at the women. None of them—except for one or two—looked as good as Iris. There was something wrong with...
Jane, who has been dead for 31 yea… never could have imagined that I would write a scre… days together and