#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
the guy in the front court can’t speak English, he’s Greek, a rather stupid-looking and fairly ugly man. now my landlord does some painting…
he was a good one say 18, 19, marine and every time woman came down the train aisle
The voices of the people were the same, no matter where you carried the mail you heard the same things over and over again. “You’re late, aren’t you?” “Where’s the regular carrier?” “He...
you’re a beast, she said your big white belly and those hairy feet. you never cut your nails and you have fat hands
went for a walk on Hollywood Boul… looked down and there was a large… walking beside me. his pace was exactly the same as m… we stopped at traffic signals toge…
too much too little too fat too thin or nobody.
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...
Frank liked airplanes. He lent me all his pulp magazines about World War 1. The best was Flying Aces. The dog-fights were great, the Spads and the Fokkers mixing it. I read all the stor...
I read that he lost a suitcase ful… train and that they never were rec… I can’t match the agony of this but the other night I wrote a 3—pa… upon this computer
red summers and black satin charcoal and blood ringing the sheets while snails are stepped on and moths go batty
I don’t beat the walls with my fis… I just sit but it rushes in a tide of it. the woman in the court behind me h…
a woman told a man when he got off a plane that I was dead. a magazine printed the fact that I was dead
The next day was Saturday and Debra cooked us breakfast. “Are you coming antique hunting with us today?” We ate in silence for a while, then she said, “I liked your reading at The Lance...
call it th e green house effect or… but it just doesn’t rain like it used to. particularly remember the rains of… depression era.
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