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

It was the liver and the lungs. He had no idea how long the mundane and predictable episode would last…

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

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

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

Leeza dances drunkenly near the ed… Death is two inches away. I see her tumbling end over end a broken screaming windmill.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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