#AmericanWriters #Suicide
There are no postage stamps that s… back to England three centuries ag… no postage stamps that make letter… travel back until the grave hasn’t… and John Donne stands looking out…
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
I live in the Twentieth Century and you lie here beside me. You were unhappy when you fell asleep. There was nothing I could do abou… it. I felt hopeless. Your face
The sweet juices of your mouth are like castles bathed in honey. I’ve never had it done so gently b… You have put a circle of castles around my penis and you swirl them
I walked across the park to the fe… It was in the center of a glass sq… by red flowers and fountains. The… was in the shape of a sea horse an… We got hot and died.
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
La voyageuse qui traverse les Hal… Marchait sur la pointe des pieds Le désespoir roulait au ciel ses g… Et dans le sac à main il y avait… Que seule a respiré la marraine de…
Less time than it takes to say it,… of everything, there you have it.… as my fingers and some others; I’v… were willing to accpet them. I’ve… longer know what to think of suici…
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
For Marcia
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two trans… before discovering