#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned
escape from the black widow spider is a miracle as great as art. what a web she can weave slowly drawing you to her she’ll embrace you
had lost the last race big somebody had stolen my coat could feel the flu coming on and my tires were low. I went in to get a
my first and only wife painted and she talked to me about it: it’s all so painful
big sloppy wounded dog hit by a car and walking toward the curbing making enormous sounds
I heard it first while screwing a… who had the biggest box in Scranton. I listened to it again as I wrote… to my mother
I was asked to give a reading at a famous nightclub, The Lancer, on Hollywood Boulevard. I agreed to read two nights. I was to follow a rock group, The Big Rape, each night. I was getti...
Two mornings later, at 4 am, somebody beat on the door. I let Tammie in. She sat down and I opened a couple of beers. “I’ve got bad breath, I have these two bad teeth. You can’t kiss me...
she’s not for you, man, she’s not your type, she’s erased she’s been used she’s got all the wrong
I keep thinking it will be outside now waiting for me blue front bumper twisted
the best often die by their own ha… just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody
yeah sure, I’ll be in unless I’m… don’t knock if the lights are out or you hear voices or then I might be reading Proust if someone slips Proust under my d…
I can remember starving in a small room in a strange city shades pulled down, listening to classical music I was young I was so young it hur…
my goldfish stares with watery eye… into the hemisphere of my sorrow; upon the thinnest of threads we hang together, hang hang hang
I met an old drunk on the street one afternoon. I used to know him from the days with Betty when we made the rounds of the bars. He told me that he was now a postal clerk and that there...
You had to fill out more papers to get out than to get in. The first page they gave you was a personalized mimeo affair from the postmaster of the city. It began: “I am sorry you are te...