If I were to live my life in catfish forms in scaffolds of skin and whiskers at the bottom of a pond and you were to come by

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

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

Oh, pretty girl, you have trapped yourself in the wrong body.Twenty extra pounds hang like a lumpy tapestry on your perfect mammal na… Three months ago you were like a

The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.

I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.

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

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…

This poem was found written on a p… Brautigan in a laundromat in San…

It’s night

Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a

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…