#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
listening to Bruckner on the radio wondering why I’m not half mad over the latest breakup with my latest girlfriend wondering why I’m not driving the…
“What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?” We got into my car and she told me where she lived. We stopped for a couple of big steaks, vegetables, stuff for a salad, potatoes, b...
Sam the whorehouse man has squeaky shoes and he walks up and down the court squeaking and talking to
The phone rang the next morning. Lydia had gone back to her place. It was Bobby, the kid who lived in the next block and worked in the porno bookstore. “Mindy’s down here. She wants you...
the dream of a man is a whore with a gold tooth and a garter belt, perfumed with false eyebrows
never even in calmer times have I ever dreamed of bicycling through that
half drunk I left her place her warm blankets and I was hungover didn’t even know what town
suppose like others have come through fire and sword, love gone wrong, head-on crashes, drunk at sea, and I have listened to the simple…
the best often die by their own ha… just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody
of late I’ve had this thought that this country has gone backwards or 5 de cades
I met her somehow through correspo… and she began sending me very sexy… and this being mixed in with a min… confused me somewhat and I got in… through the mountains and valleys…
shot in the eye shot in the brain shot in the ass shot like a flower in the dance amazing how death wins hands down
I stop my car at the signal I see her walking past the graveya… as she walks past the iron fence I can see through the iron fence and I see the headstones
then there was the time in New Orleans I was living with a fat woman, Marie, in the French Quarter and I got very sick.
people went into vacant lots and pulled up greens to cook and the men rolled Bull Durham or smoked Wings (10 a pack) and the dogs were thin and the cats were thin and the cats learned h...