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Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
For Marcia
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore wa… three-legged crow on the dandelion… He was, of course, a Jew, a retir… who had been torpedoed in the Nort…
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
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
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
I sit here, an arch-villain of rom… thinking about you. Gee, I’m sorr… I made you unhappy, but there was… I could do about it because I hav… Perhaps everything would have been…
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
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…
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
At 1:30 in the morning a fart smells like a marriage between an avocado and a fish head. I have to get out of bed to write this down without
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…
THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in A… late in the afternoon, a photograp… statue in San Francisco’s Washing…