#Americans #Suicide
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.
It seemed like years before I picked a bouquet
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing… boards across the creek. That was… The boards dammed up the creek eno… bathtub there, and the creek flowe…
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
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
Just because people love your mind, doesn’t mean they have to have your body,
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washin… to tell you that his case went to…
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
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.
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
The petals of the vagina unfold like Christofer Columbus taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful than the bow of a ship