O beautiful
was the werewolf
in his evil forest.
We took him
to the carnival

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

I lift the toliet seat
as if it were the nest of a bird
and I see cat tracks
all around the edge of the bowl.

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

she tries to get things
out of men
that she can’t get
because she’s not
15% prettier

Less time than it takes to say it,
of everything, there you have it.
as my fingers and some others; I’v
were willing to accpet them. I’ve
longer know what to think of suici

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 don’t know what it is,
but I distrust myself
when I start to like a girl
a lot.

THE COVER FOR
The cover for Trout Fishing in A
late in the afternoon, a photograp
statue in San Francisco’s Washing
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