#Americans #Suicide
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
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—
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
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…
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
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.