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—

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…

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

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…

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

Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31

I go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.

I don’t care how God-damn smart these guys are: I’m bored. It’s been raining like hell all da… and there’s nothing to do.

For Marcia

The sweet juices of your mouth are like castles bathed in honey. I’ve never had it done so gently b… You have put a circle of castles around my penis and you swirl them

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

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.

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

THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…