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A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washin… to tell you that his case went to…
A trout-colored wind blows through my eyes, through my finger… and I remember how the trout used to hide from the dinosaurs when they came to drink at the riv…
Three crates of Private Eye Lett… the name and drawing of a detectiv… with magnifying glass on the sides of the crates of lettuce, form a great cross in man’s imagin…
I feel horrible. She doesn’t love me and I wander around like a sewing machine that’s just finished sewing a turd to a garbage can lid.
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Tr… took the baby and went down there… watering the cover with big revolv…
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing… boards across the creek. That was… The boards dammed up the creek eno… bathtub there, and the creek flowe…
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
Oh, Marcia, I want your long blonde beauty to be taught in high school, so kids will learn that God lives like music in the skin
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
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…