#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
are we going to the movies or not? she asked him. all right, he said, let’s go. I’m not going to put any pan ties… so you can finger-fuck me in the
the kid went back to New York Cit… he met in a kibbutz. he left his mother at the age of 32, a well-kept fellow, sense of h… wore the same pair of shorts
listen, man, don’t tell me about t… sent, we didn’t receive them, we are very careful with manuscrip… we bake them burn them
your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank… be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere.
of late I’ve had this thought that this country has gone backwards or 5 de cades
That evening the phone rang. It was Mercedes. I had met her after giving a poetry reading at Venice Beach. She was about 28, fair body, pretty good legs, a blonde about 5~feet-5, a blue...
Then there were only 6 or 7 of us.… “How you doing on your scheme, Ch… “No trouble at all,” I said. “O.… “Yes, Woodburn.” “Listen, I don’t like to be bothe…
they took my man off the street the other day he wore an L.A. Rams sweatshirt w… the sleeves cut off
little dark girl with kind eyes when it comes time to use the knife I won’t flinch and
too much too little too fat too thin or nobody.
I cut the middle fingernail of the… finger right hand real short and I began rubbing along her cunt
crud, he said, hauling it out of the water, what is it? a Hollow-Back June Whale, I said… no, said a guy standing by us on t…
After Debra left for work the next morning I bathed, then tried to watch t.v. I walked around naked and noticed that I could be seen from the street through the front window. So I had a...
don’t undress my love you might find a mannequin: don’t undress the mannequin you might find my love.
more wasted days, gored days, evaporated days. more squandered days, days pissed away,