SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Tr… took the baby and went down there… watering the cover with big revolv…

ZAP! unlaid / 20 days

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

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…

Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,

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…

I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.

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…

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

Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31

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—

A trout-colored wind blows through my eyes, through my finger… and I remember how the trout used to hide from the dinosaurs when they came to drink at the riv…

I don’t care how God-damn smart these guys are: I’m bored. It’s been raining like hell all da… and there’s nothing to do.

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