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—

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

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

The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.

A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?

Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair

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…

For Marcia

I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.

Three crates of Private Eye Lett… the name and drawing of a detectiv… with magnifying glass on the sides of the crates of lettuce, form a great cross in man’s imagin…

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…

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

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

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…