#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
she’s young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pret… wrists
The next day we picked up some of her stuff at this motel. There was a little dark guy in there with a wart on the side of his nose. He looked dangerous. Hector was sitting on the edge ...
remember, he told me, that when I… years old my mother was always tak… to the doctor and saying, “he hasn… she was always asking me, “have yo… pooped?”
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
in the center of the action you have to lay down like an anima… until it charges, you have to lay down
the lilies storm my brain by god by god like nazi storm troopers! do you think I’m going tizzy?
we have everything and we have not… and some men do it in churches and some men do it by tearing butt… in half and some men do it in Palm Spring…
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.
love, he said, gas kiss me off kiss my lips kiss my hair my fingers
Either peace or happiness, let it enfold you when I was a young man I felt these things were dumb, unsophisticated.
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…
here comes the fishhead singing here comes the baked potato in dra… here comes nothing to do all day l… here comes another night of no sle… here comes the phone wringing the…
big sloppy wounded dog hit by a car and walking toward the curbing making enormous sounds
That night I took Tammie to the harness races. We went upstairs to the second deck and sat down. I brought her a program and she stared at it a while. (At the harness races, past perfor...
I’m out of matches. the springs in my couch are broken. they stole my footlocker. they stole my oil painting of