#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I am driving down Wilton Avenue when this girl of about 15 dressed in tight blue jeans that grip her behind like two hand… steps out in front of my car
there is enough treachery, hatred… human being to supply any given ar… and the best at murder are those w… and the best at hate are those who… and the best at war finally are th…
no we can’t we can’t win it I’ve decided we can’t win it just for a while we thought we cou… but that was just for a while
watch you walking with your machin… ah, you’re too stupid to be cut li… you’re too stupid to let anything… the girls won’t use their knives o… they don’t want to
225 days under grass and you know more than I. they have long taken your blood, you are a dry stick in a basket. is this how it works?
got out, fellow said, “hey!” walke… me, we shook hands, he slipped me… tickets for free car washes, “find… told him, walked on through to wai… area with wife, we sat on outside…
dying has its rough edge. no escaping now. the warden has his eye on me. his bad eye. I’m doing hard time now.
very tall girl lifts her nose at m… outside a supermarket as if I were a walking garbage can; and I had no desire for her, no more desire
I saw Sara every three or four days, at her place or at mine. We slept together but there was no sex. We came close but we never quite got to it. Drayer Baba’s precepts held strong. We ...
half-past nowhere alone in the crumbling tower of myself stumbling in this the
the centerfielder turns rushes back reaches up his glove and
a woman, a tire that’s flat, a disease, a desire: fears in front of you, fears that hold so still
think of the beds used again and again to fuck in to die in. in this land
I had to take a shit but instead I went into this shop to have a key made. the woman was dressed
listen, he said, you ever seen a b… bucket? no, I told him. well, what happens is that now and… will climb up on top of the others