nothing here. sky a lint colored marmalade. outside a man in a blue tee shirt
near the end Dashiell Hammett was a hermit, his house was a mess, falling apart, and Lillian Hellma… had to take care of him.
sitting here very quietly listening to the world. the rhythm… thump of a drain drop repeated fro… far off a car laboring to reach di… the beat of a bass
I see dead bodies rising up as if under some mystical persuasion, bodies going home,
In school they taught us things not compatible with the real world. It is said
Leeza dances drunkenly near the ed… Death is two inches away. I see her tumbling end over end a broken screaming windmill.
As the end draws closer with its thin dim light things begin to disappear. I have sections of my brain hijack…
In my dream, I am cutting the lawn at my grandfather’s house.
Osamu Dazai committed suicide with his beautician mistress in 19… The lovers drowned themselves in the cherry tree-lined Tamagawa…
this leg a genetic mutation bent askew a latitude of pain. take
reading the news he discovers the boys at NASA are using something called
her mother was Japanese and her father an American stationed at the Futenma air station
If I see him again, I will complain to no one nowhere. There is not a reliable complaint department.
It is really getting to me. Everyone is talking about death. I heard an old friend died
Christ, I need a drink. I know my liver is toast and drinking is a death sentence. I know all this. But I cannot think of an elixir that takes me down from the dark place and force-feed...
