Angels and sailors

rich girls

backyard fences

tents



Dreams watching each other narrowly

soft luxuriant cars

Girls in garages, stripped

out to get liquor and clothes

half gallons of wine and six-packs of beer

Jumped, humped, born to suffer

made to undress in the wilderness.





I will never treat you mean





Never start no kind of scene





I'll tell you every place and person that I've been.





Always a playground instructor, never a killer





Always a bridesmaid on the verge of fame or over





He manouvered two girls into his hotel room





One a friend, the other, the young one, a newer stranger





Vaguely Mexican or Puerto Rican





Poor boys thighs and buttock scarred by a father's belt





She's trying to rie





Story of her boyfriend, of teenage stoned death games





Handsome lad, dead in a car





Confusion





No connections





Come 'ere





I love you





Peace on earth





Will you die for me?





Eat me





This way





The end





I'll always be true





Never go out, sneaking out on you, babe





If you'll only show me Far Arden again.





I'm surprised you could get it up





He whips her lightly, sardonically, with belt





Haven't I been through enough? she asks





Now dressed and leaving





The Spanish girl begins to bleed





She says her period





It's Catholic h