#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
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
it sits outside my window now like and old woman going to market… it sits and watches me, it sweats nevously through wire and fog and dog—bark
well, first Mae West died and then George Raft, and Eddie G. Robinson’s been gone long time,
I forget the beginning time. 6 or 7 p.m. Something like that. All you did was sit with a handful of letters, take a streetmap and figure your run. It was easy. All the drivers took much...
I stop my car at the signal I see her walking past the graveya… as she walks past the iron fence I can see through the iron fence and I see the headstones
the elephants are caked with mud a… and the rhinos don’t move the zebras are stupid dead stems and the lions don’t roar the lions don’t care
she only fucks the ones she doesn’… to marry. to the others she says you’ve got to marry me. or maybe she just fucks the ones s…
I don’t know how it happens to people. I had child support, need for something to drink, rent, shoes, shirts, socks, all that stuff. Like everyone else I needed an old car, something to...
strange warmth, hot and cold femal… I make good love, but love isn’t j… sex. most females I’ve known are ambitious, and I like to lie aroun… on large comfortable pillows at 3…
he walks up to my Volks after I have parked and rocks it back and forth grinning around his
the strong men the muscle men there they sit down at the beach cocoa tans
The next day was Saturday and Debra cooked us breakfast. “Are you coming antique hunting with us today?” We ate in silence for a while, then she said, “I liked your reading at The Lance...
I went over the other day to pick up my daughter. her mother came out with workman’s overalls on. I gave her the child support money
you won’t see them often for wherever the crowd is they are not. those odd ones, not
here I am in the ground my mouth open and