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

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

It’s night

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

For Marcia

THE AUTOPSY OF
This is the autopsy of Trout Fish
Fishing in America had been Lord
Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar
of Idaho again, never saw Carrie

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

It’€™s a star that looks
like a poker game above
the mountains of eastern
Oregon.
There are three men playing.

If you will die for me,
I will die for you
and our graves will be like two lo
their clothes together
in a laundromat

SEA, SEA RIDER
The man who owned the bookstore wa
three-legged crow on the dandelion
He was, of course, a Jew, a retir
who had been torpedoed in the Nort