#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
all of a sudden I’m a painter. a girl from Galveston gives me $50 for a painting of a man holding a candycane while floating in a darkened sky.
majestic, majic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—
in the hospitals I’ve been in you see the crosses on the walls with the thin palm leaves behind t… yellowed and browned it is the signal to accept the ine…
I can remember starving in a small room in a strange city shades pulled down, listening to classical music I was young I was so young it hur…
“she shoots up in the neck,” she t… me. I told her to stick it into my ass and she tried and said, “oh oh… and I said, “what the hell’s the m… she said, “nothing, this is New Y…
this man sometimes forgets who he is. sometimes he thinks he’s the Pope. other times he thinks he’s a
I pick up the skirt, I pick up the sparkling beads in black, this thing that moved once around flesh,
One day, just like in grammar school, like with David, a boy attached himself to me. He was small and thin and had almost no hair on top of his head. The guys called him Baldy. His real...
yesterday drunken Alice gave me a jar of fig jam and today she whistles
there is enough treachery, hatred… human being to supply any given ar… and the best at murder are those w… and the best at hate are those who… and the best at war finally are th…
if you’re going to try, go all the way. otherwise, don’t even start. if you’re going to try, go all the way.
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...
almost dawn blackbirds on the telephone wire waiting as I eat yesterday’s forgotten sandwich
Jane, who has been dead for 31 yea… never could have imagined that I would write a scre… days together and
schoolgirls in pantyhose sitting on bus stop benches looking tired at 13 with their raspberry lipstick. it’s hot in the sun