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.

Spinning like a ghost
on the bottom of a
top,
I’m haunted by all
the space that I

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

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

THE COVER FOR
The cover for Trout Fishing in A
late in the afternoon, a photograp
statue in San Francisco’s Washing
Born 1706—Died 1790, Benjamin Fr

ZAP!
unlaid / 20 days

There are doors
that want to be free
from their hinges to
fly with perfect clouds.
There are windows

Ah,
you’re just a copy
of all the candy bars
I’ve ever eaten.

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

La voyageuse qui traverse les Hal
Marchait sur la pointe des pieds
Le désespoir roulait au ciel ses g
Et dans le sac à main il y avait
Que seule a respiré la marraine de