#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
you no faces no faces at all laughing at nothing—
They are building a house half a block down and I sit up here with the shades down listening to the sounds,
here they come these guys grey truck radio playing they are in a hurry
look there. the one you considered killing you… for. you saw her the other day getting out of her car
since my last name was Fuch, he sa… believe the school yard was tough:… powder down my neck, threw gravel… with rubber bands in class, and ou… me names, well, one name mainly, o…
the best often die by their own ha… just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody
in the men’s room at the track this boy of about 7 or 8 years old came out of a stall
screen like a burglar to take your… the snake had crawled the hole, and she said, tell me about yourself.
blue fish, the blue night, a blue… everything is blue. and my cats are blue: blue fur, bl… blue whiskers, blue eyes. my bed lamp shines
between 2 and 5 p.m. any day and a… Wednesday, it’s 20% off for us old dogs approaching the sunset… it’s strange to be old and not fee… old
“You ought to try to be like Abe Mortenson,” said my mother, “he gets straight A’s. Why can’t you ever get any A’s?” “Henry is dead on his ass,” said my father. “Sometimes I can’t belie...
When Jonstone saw me the next 5 a.m. he spun in his swivel and his face and his shirt were the same color. But he said nothing. I didn’t care. I had been up to 2 a.m. drinking and screw...
Of all the guys left in the neighborhood, Frank was the nicest. We got to be friends, we got to going around together, we didn’t need the other guys much. They had more or less kicked F...
she writes continually like a long nozzle spraying the air,
these boys have got class they ought to make kings out of old men rolling cigarettes in rooms small enough