#Americans #Suicide
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
I feel horrible. She doesn’t love me and I wander around like a sewing machine that’s just finished sewing a turd to a garbage can lid.
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…
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…
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.
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
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
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…
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by littl… too close together. The creek was… booths in a row with high Victoria… taken off and all the backs of the…
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
If you will die for me, I will die for you and our graves will be like two lo… their clothes together in a laundromat
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
