Hinged to forgetfulness
like a door,
she slowly closed out of
sight,
and she was the woman I loved,

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.

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

At 1:30 in the morning a fart
smells like a marriage between
an avocado and a fish head.
I have to get out of bed
to write this down without

THE PUDDING MASTER OF
STANLEY BASIN
Tree, snow and rock beginnings, th
lake promised us eternity, but the
thousands of silly minnows, swimmi

It’s so nice
to wake up in the morning
all alone
and not have to tell somebody
you love them

Forget love
I want to die
in your yellow hair

We left Little Redfish for Lake
Knowing the trout would wait there
I hope someday we’ll have enough m
I caught the limit of trout within
My woman trailed silently behind,

Yup.
A long lazy September look
in the mirror
say it’s true.
I’m 31

I like to think (and
the sooner the better!)
of a cybernetic meadow
where mammals and computers
live together in mutually