#AmericanWriters #Suicide
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
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
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
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…
For Marcia
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
I lift the toliet seat as if it were the nest of a bird and I see cat tracks all around the edge of the bowl.
Everybody wants to go to bed with everybody else, they’re lined up for blocks, so I’ll go to bed with you. They won’t miss us.
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
It’s night
Sometimes life is merely a matter… affords. I once read something abo… it stimulates all the organs. I thought at first this was a stra… as time goes by I have found out t…
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
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…
I don’t care how God-damn smart these guys are: I’m bored. It’s been raining like hell all da… and there’s nothing to do.
