#AmericanWriters
I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
I feel horrible. She doesn’t love me and I wander around like a sewing machine that’s just finished sewing a turd to a garbage can lid.
It’s so nice to wake up in the morning all alone and not have to tell somebody you love them
For Marcia
At 1:30 in the morning a fart smells like a marriage between an avocado and a fish head. I have to get out of bed to write this down without
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…
I like to think (and the sooner the better!) of a cybernetic meadow where mammals and computers live together in mutually
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
ZAP! unlaid / 20 days
Hinged to forgetfulness like a door, she slowly closed out of sight, and she was the woman I loved,
I am standing in the cemetery at… What did Judy say? ‘God-forsaken… A very old man who has cancer on h… care of the cemetery, is raking a… manner as to almost (polish it lik…
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…
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…
The petals of the vagina unfold like Christofer Columbus taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful than the bow of a ship
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.