#AmericanWriters
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For Marcia
Yup. A long lazy September look in the mirror say it’s true. I’m 31
I don’t know what it is, but I distrust myself when I start to like a girl a lot.
It’s night
I walked across the park to the fe… It was in the center of a glass sq… by red flowers and fountains. The… was in the shape of a sea horse an… We got hot and died.
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…
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.
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 go to bed in Los Angeles thinki… about you.
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—
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fish… Fishing in America had been Lord… Missolonghi, Greece, and afterwar…
If you will die for me, I will die for you and our graves will be like two lo… their clothes together in a laundromat