#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I get too many phone calls. they seek the creature out. they shouldn’t.
half drunk I left her place her warm blankets and I was hungover didn’t even know what town
I’m big I suppose that’s why my women alwa… small but this 6 foot goddess who deals in real estate
in the Valkerie Mountains among the strutting peacocks I found a flower as large as my head
in the afternoon they lean against one another and you can see how much they like the sun.
I didn’t see Lydia for a couple of days, although I did manage to phone her 6 or 7 times during that period. Then the weekend arrived. Her ex-husband, Gerald, always took the children o...
Then the supervisor moved us to a new aisle. We had been there ten hours. “Before you begin,” the soup said, "I want to tell you some– thing. Each tray of this type of mail must be stuc...
takes lot of desperation dissatisfaction and
the centerfielder turns rushes back reaches up his glove and
To end up alone in a tomb of a room without cigarettes or wine— just a lightbulb
we like to shower afterwards (I like the water hotter than she) and her face is always soft and pe… and she’ll wash me first spread the soap over my balls
he sat naked and drunk in a room o… night, running the blade of the kn… under his fingernails, smiling, th… of all the letters he had received telling him that
they go on writing pumping out poems— young boys and college professors wives who drink wine all afternoon while their husbands work,
I awakened to dryness and the fern… the potted plants yellow as corn; my woman was gone and the empty bottles like bled co… surrounded me with their uselessne…
he’s a runt he snarls and scratches chases cars groans in his sleep and has a perfect star above each…