#Americans #XXCentury #1973 #AtTerrorStreetAndAgonyWay #BurningInWaterDrowningInFlame
16 and one-half inch neck 68 years old lifts weights body like a young
rose red sunlight; take it apart in the garage like a puzzle:
So gramps wrote Joyce a big check and there we were. We rented a little house up on a hill, and then Joyce got this stupid moralistic thing. “We both ought to get jobs,” Joyce said, “to...
during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with whores
of late I’ve had this thought that this country has gone backwards or 5 de cades
vain vanilla ladies strutting while van Gogh did it to himself. girls pulling on silk hose
he spoke to mice and sparrows and his hair was white at the age… his father beat him every day and… lit candles in the church. his grandmother came while the boy…
I get too many phone calls. they seek the creature out. they shouldn’t.
this man used to be an interesting writer, he was able to say brisk and refreshing things. at the time
naked in that bright light the four horse falls and throws a 112-pound boy into the hooves
the Mexican dancer shook her fans… me and her ass at me, I didn’t ask her to and my woman got mad and ran out of th… it began raining and you could hea…
By the time they called me to dinner I was able to pull up my clothing and walk to the breakfast nook where we ate all our meals except on Sunday. There were two pillows on my chair. I ...
“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...
live alone in a small room and read the newspapers and sleep alone in the dark dreaming of crowds.
drinking 15 dollar champagne— Cordon Rouge—with the hookers. one is named Georgia and she doesn’t like pantyhose: I keep helping her pull up