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

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 go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.

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

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.

Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair

Thinking hard about you I got on the bus and paid 30 cents car fare and asked the driver for two trans… before discovering

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…

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.

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…

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…

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

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