#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
I read a book about John Dos Pas… the book once radical—communist John ended up in the Hollywood Hi… and reading the Wall Street Journal
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 ...
beheaded in the middle of the night scratching my sides I am covered with bites kick my white legs out of the shee…
My German doctor walked up. The one who had given me the blood tests. “Congratulations,” he said, shaking my hand, "it’s a girl. 9 pounds, 3 ounces.” “The mother will be all right. She ...
I went into the bends. I got drunker and stayed drunker than a shit skunk in Purgatory. I even had the butcher knife against my throat one night in the kitchen and then I thought, easy,...
there’s Barry in his ripped walkin… he’s on Thorazine is 24 looks 38 lives with his mother in the same
I didn’t contest the divorce, didn’t go to court. Joyce gave me the car. She didn’t drive. All I had lost was 3 or 4 million. But I still had the post office. “I saw you with that bitch...
This babe in the grandstand with dyed red hair kept leaning her breasts against me and talking about Gardena poker parlors
she writes: you’ll be moaning and groaning in your poems about how I fucked those 2 guys last week.
On the elevator up, I was the only white man there. It seemed strange. They talked about the riots, not looking at me. “Jesus,” said a coal black guy, "it’s really something. These guys...
look there. the one you considered killing you… for. you saw her the other day getting out of her car
a single dog walking alone on a hot sidewalk of summer appears to have the power of ten thousand gods.
it is the man you’ve never seen wh… keeps you going, the one who might arrive someday. he isn’t out on the streets or
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…
what is it about lobsters and crab… those white-pink shells that always make me hungry just looking at them there in the butcher’s display case