For Marcia

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…

With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.

When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.

Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.

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…

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.

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

A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.

I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.

We stopped at perfect days and got out of the car. The wind glanced at her hair. It was as simple as that. I turned to say something—

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

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…

Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair