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,

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

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

It was Andrei Tarkovsky who said the artist feeds on his childhood his entire life.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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