#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
the goldfish sing all night with g… and the whores go down with the st… the whores go down with the stars I’m sorry, sir, we close at 4:30, besides yr mother’s neck is dirty,
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...
the dead dogs of nowhere bark as you approach another traffic accident. cars one standing on its
smoking a cigarette and noting a m… flattened out against the wall and died as organ music from centuries back… my black radio
when I look back now at the abuse I took from her I feel shame that I was so innocent,
dogs and angels are not very different. I often go to this place to eat about 2:30 in the afternoon
Bobby’s wife worked two nights a week and when she was gone he got on the telephone. I knew that on Tuesday and Thursday nights he would be lonely. It was Tuesday night when the phone r...
I came out of the bar and checked the message board. The plane was on time. Katherine was in the air and moving towards me. I sat down and waited. Across from me was a well-groomed woma...
schoolgirls in pantyhose sitting on bus stop benches looking tired at 13 with their raspberry lipstick. it’s hot in the sun
I had to fly to Illinois to give a reading at the University. I hated readings, but they helped with the rent and maybe they helped sell books. They got me out of east Hollywood, they g...
my friend William is a fortunate m… he lacks the imagination to suffer he kept his first job his first wife can drive a car 50,000 miles
the soldiers march without guns the graves are empty peacocks glide in the rain down stairways march great men smi… there is food enough and rent enou…
the blazing shark wants my balls as I walk through the meat section looking for salami and cheese purple housewives
live alone in a small room and read the newspapers and sleep alone in the dark dreaming of crowds.
Marina Louise, Fay named the child. So there it was, Marina Louise Chinaski. In the crib by the window. Looking up at the tree leafs and bright designs whirling on the ceiling. Then she...