#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
a house with 7 or 8 people living in it getting up the rent. there’s a stereo never used and a set of bongos
what you see is what you see: madhouses are rarely on display. that we still walk about and scratch ourselves and light
he packaged it up neatly in differ… sending the legs to an aunt in St.… the head to a scoutmaster in Brook… the belly to a cross-eyed butcher… the female organs were sent to a y…
the girls are coming home in their… and I sit by the window and watch. there’s a girl in a red dress driving a white car
There was death in that place on the hill. I knew it the first day I walked out the screen door and into the backyard. A zing– ing binging buzzing whining sound came right at me: 10,000...
My mother went to her low-paying job each morning and my father, who didn’t have a job, left each morning too. Although most of the neighbors were unemployed he didn’t want them to thin...
Lila Jane was a girl my age who lived next door. I still wasn’t allowed to play with the children in the neighborhood, but sitting in the bedroom often got dull. I would go out and walk...
my father was a practical man. he had an idea. you see, my son, he said, I can pay for this house in my lif… then it’s mine.
sway with me, everything sad— madmen in stone houses without doors, lepers steaming love and song frogs trying to figure
feet of cheese coffeepot soul hands that hate poolsticks eyes like paperclips I prefer red wine
my first and only wife painted and she talked to me about it: it’s all so painful
love, he said, gas kiss me off kiss my lips kiss my hair my fingers
it’s the same as before or the other time or the time before that. here’s a cock and here’s a cunt
first time my father overheard me… this bit of music he asked me, “what is it?” “it’s called Love For Three Oran… I informed him.
each man must realize that it can all disappear very quickly: the cat, the woman, the job, the front tire,