As the end draws closer with its thin dim light things begin to disappear. I have sections of my brain hijack…

I take a suitcase of downbeat irrelevancies and memories with me through

Osamu Dazai committed suicide with his beautician mistress in 19… The lovers drowned themselves in the cherry tree-lined Tamagawa…

It is really getting to me. Everyone is talking about death. I heard an old friend died

her mother was Japanese and her father an American stationed at the Futenma air station

reading the news he discovers the boys at NASA are using something called

nothing here. sky a lint colored marmalade. outside a man in a blue tee shirt

It was the liver and the lungs. He had no idea how long the mundane and predictable episode would last…

I see dead bodies rising up as if under some mystical persuasion, bodies going home,

is stretched across the sky dove white against stark blue. down here people move around. they are busy and do not look

In school they taught us things not compatible with the real world. It is said

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...

this leg a genetic mutation bent askew a latitude of pain. take

The musician hated fame, the thought of it made him sick. Bob Dylan wanted to cut

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