Everybody wants to go to bed
with everybody else, they’re
lined up for blocks, so I’ll
go to bed with you. They won’t
miss us.

It’s night

It seemed
like years
before
I picked
a bouquet

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.

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

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

THE COVER FOR
The cover for Trout Fishing in A
late in the afternoon, a photograp
statue in San Francisco’s Washing
Born 1706—Died 1790, Benjamin Fr

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—

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

O beautiful
was the werewolf
in his evil forest.
We took him
to the carnival