#AmericanWriters
With his hat on he’s about five inches taller than a taxicab.
Forget love I want to die in your yellow hair
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—
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
For Marcia
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.
O beautiful was the werewolf in his evil forest. We took him to the carnival
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
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…
A girl in a green mini– skirt, not very pretty, walks down the street.
There are doors that want to be free from their hinges to fly with perfect clouds. There are windows
A piece of green pepper fell off the wooden salad bowl: so what?
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.
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a
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.