the dead dogs of nowhere bark as you approach another traffic accident. cars one standing on its

When Jonstone saw me the next 5 a.m. he spun in his swivel and his face and his shirt were the same color. But he said nothing. I didn’t care. I had been up to 2 a.m. drinking and screw...

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

cleaned my place the other day first time in ten years and found 100 rejected poems: fastened them all to a clipboard much bad reading.

the essence of the belly like a white balloon sacked is disturbing like the running of feet on the stairs

naked in that bright light the four horse falls and throws a 112-pound boy into the hooves

“It’s the manager, Freddy. He has started whistling this song. He’s whistling it when I come in in the morning and he never stops, and he’s whistling it when I go home at night. It’s be...

majestic, magic infinite my little girl is sun on the carpet—

the telephone has not been kind of… of late there have been more and m… from people who want to come over… from people who are depressed from people who are lonely

first they used to, he told me, gun and bomb the elephants, you could hear their screams over… but you flew high to bomb the peop… you never saw it,

Again I was on a new route. The Stone always put me on hard routes, but now and then, due to the circumstances of things, he was forced to place me on one less murderous. Route 511 was ...

you no faces no faces at all laughing at nothing—

they get up on their garage roof both of them 80 or 90 years old standing on the slant she wanting to fall really all the way