nothing here. sky a lint colored marmalade. outside a man in a blue tee shirt

In school they taught us things not compatible with the real world. It is said

In my dream, I am cutting the lawn at my grandfather’s house.

reading the news he discovers the boys at NASA are using something called

The musician hated fame, the thought of it made him sick. Bob Dylan wanted to cut

I take a suitcase of downbeat irrelevancies and memories with me through

Osamu Dazai committed suicide with his beautician mistress in 19… The lovers drowned themselves in the cherry tree-lined Tamagawa…

her mother was Japanese and her father an American stationed at the Futenma air station

near the end Dashiell Hammett was a hermit, his house was a mess, falling apart, and Lillian Hellma… had to take care of him.

It is really getting to me. Everyone is talking about death. I heard an old friend died

If I see him again, I will complain to no one nowhere. There is not a reliable complaint department.

sitting here very quietly listening to the world. the rhythm… thump of a drain drop repeated fro… far off a car laboring to reach di… the beat of a bass

I see dead bodies rising up as if under some mystical persuasion, bodies going home,

this leg a genetic mutation bent askew a latitude of pain. take

is stretched across the sky dove white against stark blue. down here people move around. they are busy and do not look