#AmericanWriters #Suicide
The petals of the vagina unfold like Christofer Columbus taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful than the bow of a ship
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…
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
I am standing in the cemetery at… What did Judy say? ‘God-forsaken… A very old man who has cancer on h… care of the cemetery, is raking a… manner as to almost (polish it lik…
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two trans… before discovering
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 piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
For Marcia
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…
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—
I walked across the park to the fe… It was in the center of a glass sq… by red flowers and fountains. The… was in the shape of a sea horse an… We got hot and died.
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a