#Americans #Suicide
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
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
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I’m haunted by all the space that I
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker Part 1 Baudelaire was driving a Model A across Galilee.
For Marcia
It’s a star that looks like a poker game above the mountains of eastern Oregon. There are three men playing.
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
Ah, you’re just a copy of all the candy bars I’ve ever eaten.
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
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
Do you think of me as often as I think of you?
The petals of the vagina unfold like Christofer Columbus taking off his shoes. Is there anything more beautiful than the bow of a ship
When you take your pill it’s like a mine disaster. I think of all the people lost inside of you.
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th… lake promised us eternity, but the… thousands of silly minnows, swimmi…
