#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
On Thursday night Bobby phoned again. “Hey, man, what are you doing?” “Oh, come on, man, I’ll just stay for a few beers. . . .” “You treat him mean. He gets lonely when his wife is at w...
waiting for death like a cat that will jump on the bed I am so very sorry for
the blue pencil of the wave shots of yellow road a steering wheel an insane woman sitting next to you
I sat in the airport and waited. You never knew about photos. You could never tell. I was nervous. I felt like vomiting. I lit a cigarette and gagged. Why did I do these things? I didn’...
she sits up there drinking wine while her husband is at work. she puts quite
I read last Saturday in the redwoods outside of Santa Cruz and I was about 3/4's finished when I heard a long high scream and a quite attractive
the droll noon where squadrons of worms creep up like stripteasers to be raped by blackbirds. I go outside
the house next door makes me sad. both man and wife rise early and go to work. they arrive home in early evening.
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…
I can’t have it and you can’t have it and we won’t get it so don’t bet on it
I get too many phone calls. they seek the creature out. they shouldn’t.
The next night Bobby and Valerie came over. They had recently moved into my apartment building and now lived across the court. Bobby had on his tight knit shirt. Everything always fitte...
Of all the guys left in the neighborhood, Frank was the nicest. We got to be friends, we got to going around together, we didn’t need the other guys much. They had more or less kicked F...
I’m in bed. it’s morning and I hear: where are your socks? please get dressed!
There was a gang of us down there. 150 or 200. There were tedious papers to fill out. Then we all stood up and faced the flag. The guy who swore us in was the same guy who had sworn me ...