Oh, Marcia, I want your long blonde beauty to be taught in high school, so kids will learn that God lives like music in the skin

With the rain falling surgically against the roof, I ate a dish of ice cream that looked like Kafka’s hat.

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…

I live in the Twentieth Century and you lie here beside me. You were unhappy when you fell asleep. There was nothing I could do abou… it. I felt hopeless. Your face

I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually

Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.

THE COVER FOR TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA The cover for Trout Fishing in A… late in the afternoon, a photograp… statue in San Francisco’s Washing…

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

I sit here, an arch-villain of rom… thinking about you. Gee, I’m sorr… I made you unhappy, but there was… I could do about it because I hav… Perhaps everything would have been…

For Marcia

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…

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

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.