sit on this bench and look at the sea and the freaks and the lovers. need new eyes a new mouth new pillows, a new woman.

The next morning Tammie found a prescription in her purse. “I’ve got to get this filled,” she said. “Look at it.” It was wrinkled and the ink had run. “Well, he tried to get this prescr...

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

the virus holds the concepts give way like rotten shoelaces toothache and bacon dance on the lawn

Slipping keenly into bright ashes, target of vanilla tears your sure body lit candles for men on dark nights, and now your night is darker

which reminds me I shacked with Jane for 7 years she was a drunk I loved her my parents hated her

this man sometimes forgets who he is. sometimes he thinks he’s the Pope. other times he thinks he’s a

is an orange animal with hand grenades fire power

the 3 horse clipped the heels of the 7, they both went down and the 9 stumbled over them, jocks rolling, horses’ legs flung skyward.

the lilies storm my brain by god by god like nazi storm troopers! do you think I’m going tizzy?

neither does this mean the dead are at the door begging bread before

she bent over the side of the bed and opened the portfolio along the side of the wall. we were drinking. she said, “you promised me these

around 2 a.m. in my small room after turning off the poem machine for now