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

I live in the Twentieth Century
and you lie here beside me. You
were unhappy when you fell asleep.
There was nothing I could do abou
it. I felt hopeless. Your face

ZAP!
unlaid / 20 days

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

This poem was found written on a p
Brautigan in a laundromat in San

Driving through
hot brushy country
the late autumn,
I saw a hawk
crucified on a

Ah,
you’re just a copy
of all the candy bars
I’ve ever eaten.

If I were to live my life
in catfish forms
in scaffolds of skin and whiskers
at the bottom of a pond
and you were to come by

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

A girl in a green mini–
skirt, not very pretty, walks
down the street.