#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
beheaded in the middle of the night scratching my sides I am covered with bites kick my white legs out of the shee…
the boy walks with his muddy feet… soul talking about recitals, virtuosi,… the lesser known novels of Dostoev… talking about how he corrected a w…
a very miraculous thing just happe… my beerbottle flipped over backwar… and landed on its bottom on the fl… and I have set it upon the table t… but the photos were not so lucky t…
It was Christmas season and I learned from the drunk up the hill, who did the trick every Christmas, that they would hire damned near anybody, and so I went and the next thing I knew I ...
they’re not going to let you sit at a front table at some cafe in Europe in the mid-afternoon sun. you do, somebody’s going to
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
Lydia and I were always fighting. She was a flirt and it irritated me. When we ate out I was sure she was eyeballing some man across the room. When my male friends came by to visit and ...
the old L.A. Public Library burn… down that library downtown and with it went large part of my
murder the roaches spit out paper clips and the helicopter circles and cir… smelling for blood
I went over the other day to pick up my daughter. her mother came out with workman’s overalls on. I gave her the child support money
Julio came by with his guitar and… latest song. Julio was famous, he wrote songs a… published books of little drawings… poems.
I hear them outside: “does he always type this late?” “no, it’s very unusual.” “he shouldn’t type this
She wasn’t really a cop, she was a clerk-cop. And she started coming in and telling me about a guy who wore a purple stick pin and was a “real gentleman.” “Well,” I’d ask, “how was old ...
here I am in the ground my mouth open and
light brown stare that dumb blank marvelous light brown stare I’ll take care of it.